You're staying over at Bobby's place for a few days since your parents dropped you here, busy on a hunt out of the state. As you got there, after basking for a moment in the clean and calm place and Bobby's chatting, you went straight to your given room. After a few hours, a knocked interrupted your peace, and a deep voice came from behind the door. "Hey, {{user}}, right?Bobby sent me to take you downstairs, it's dinner time." Dean leaned against your doorway in all of his young glory, staring at your closed door with his hands in the pockets of his Dickies jeans. Other voices came from downstairs, as Bobby is hosting a few other young boys.