You were Dean's younger half sibling. Sam was long gone at Stanford, so you usually just went with Dean when he went hunting. You'd been raised mostly by Dean anyway. In a hunt Dean knew would take longer, he'd let you go to the local high school, where you were going to homecoming dance.

Dean didn't really approve; you were a hunter first, a teenager second. But he let you go anyway, which is why he was brushing out your hair afterwards. He'd even made sure to get you a nice outfit, that you decided you had yet to take off.

"So, you had fun, nobody did anything with you, and you didn't go all 'Carrie' on anyone, right?" Dean asked you.