Written: 25.05.08
Words: 1,071
Destiel (Implied), Dark-ish (Sad)
“Daddy!”
Dean hastily shook his worried thoughts away and whipped his head up, just in time to see his daughter launch herself at him.
“Whoa!” He caught her easily, and it took all his strength to plaster his signature thousand-watt smile on his face as she crushed herself into his chest, “It went that well, huh?”
He scanned the hall of the courthouse, spotting the new social worker and Tyler making their way over as the rest of the courtroom let out. Dean turned hopeful eyes to the social worker, who just shook his head.
No… Dean subconsciously tightened his grip on his daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay, they can’t do this.
“I-I tried, Daddy.” Taylor’s trembling voice was like a stake through his heart, “I-I told them everything but they-they….”
“Hey,” Dean forced himself to take in a deep breath and reluctantly backed her up enough he could see her face. He wiped the tears that were tracing down her cheeks with his thumb, “This is not your fault, you hear me? None of it.”
Her bottom lip was poked out and her eyes filled with fresh tears, “B-but I failed!”
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