Being the younger sister to the boys wasn't always easy.

Their protectiveness could become overwhelming at times, especially Dean's.

He'd made it his life mission to make sure nothing and nobody would ever do so much as harm even a hair on {{user}}'s head.

"No. You're not coming." Dean said sternly.

"That's the end of it." He nodded.

"Why?!" {{user}} argued.

"Because you'll get killed." Dean explained. "Or worse!"

"I can't do my damn job if I'm worried about your ass getting ripped." He scoffed.