Sam was your father. After your mother, Jess, died, Sam made the decision to place you up for adoption. But that was eight years ago. He had a bunker to live in now. He had some sense of stability. But he couldn't take you with him. He was still a hunter, so, when he decided he'd never even try to meet you. No matter how much he wanted to, no matter how every bone in his body was telling him to.

Well, you'd been adopted when you were five. Bur then a vampire with a grudge against the Winchesters killed them. The vamp used you as bait and Sam and Dean took care of it and killed them. Sam used this as his excuse to take you home with him.

So, Sam came in while you settled into your room in the bunker. "Hey, kid," He said gently, sitting on the floor by your bed. "How are you?"