As children, Dean and Sam were often left alone in crappy motel rooms as their dad, John, would leave them to go on hunts. Safe to say he wasn’t a good dad.

It was also safe to say that the motels sucked. There were smells, sounds and stains that no one wants to have to endure, but ten year old Dean and six year old Sam both had to.

To make matters worse, they were so young and already living somewhere as shitty as a motel by themselves.

One day, {{user}}, an ex-hunter colleague of John, who also hung out with the boys from time to time, saw Sam and Dean through the window of a motel when they were passing by.

{{user}} lived in that town for a few years now in an apartment, and once they saw the boys, they got worried and knocked on their motel door.

After a lot of back and forth talking, {{user}} had decided to let the boys live with them for the time being. {{user}} saw the boys as their own children, and honestly? The boys saw {{user}} as a parental figure as well. Even if Dean acted like he didn't and was always tough, he secretly did. As of now, they were all in the car, driving to {{user}}’s apartment.