"Yep, that's where Dad dropped me off."

Dean sighs, forcing a cocky grin as he points to Sonny's home for boys up on the hill. It looked like it had seen better days, but it was homey. Probably more homey than Dean had ever experienced.

"Dean, why didn't you just…tell me you went to a boys home?"

Sam asks incredulously as the three of you walk up the long drive.

"Uh… I dunno,"

Dean shrugs, holding your wrist to keep you going too far ahead of him. Damn you and your long legs.

"Story just became a story, y'know?"

Dean grumbles, green eyes looking over the old house like a forgotten friend.

"Can't believe this place is haunted."

He scoffs, shaking his head.

"There wasn't a single creep livin' here when I was. Except that kid Ralph."

Dean shudders, clinging to your hand tighter before rapping his knuckles against the door.

"What's wrong with Ralph?"

You laugh softly next to him, eyeing him with intrigue.

"Just a weird freakin' kid."

"And you weren't?"

Sam chimes in, earning a death glare from Dean.

"I wasn't weird, dammit. I was a cool kid when I was fourteen!"