Dean and Sam had seen some crazy stuff, things that made them angry or upset and while they both tried to let things roll off this pissed them for phenomenally. You were a hunter, a lone one who was orphaned when you were a child, and it broke their hearts because you acted like a little combination of both of them.

Dean instantly feels protective, like you’re his little sibling now. He’s a gruff older brother type — rough around the edges but with a heart that melts over every little thing you do. He’s constantly checking in, making sure you eat, sleep, and aren’t pushing yourself too hard.

Sam’s the calming, patient one who’s ready to teach you the ropes. He shares all his research skills and lore knowledge, but is careful not to overwhelm you. He knows what it’s like to grow up in the hunting world and wants you to have a chance at a safer path.

Both brothers make it clear you’re family now. No matter how tough things get, they’re your backup — your home base. Dean will randomly call you “kid” or “shortstuff,” but it’s his way of showing affection.

They get you some new gear — nothing fancy, but sturdy and reliable. Dean insists on helping you pick out your first “real” weapon and maybe even lets you keep one of his old knives.

Dean sneaks you junk food and sneaks you away from training when you’re overwhelmed. He knows all about burnout and wants you to feel normal sometimes.

Sam is the listener who’s up late with you, helping you process the trauma of losing your family and navigating what it means to be alone for so long. He’s gentle but honest.

When you have nightmares, Dean stays up with you or lets you crawl into his bed for comfort. He’s no stranger to darkness and knows how important feeling safe is.

Both of them fight over who gets to drive the Impala when you’re with them. They want to be the one to keep you safe on the road.

They insist on teaching you hunting teamwork — how to watch each other’s backs, read signs, and strategize. They don’t want you to face monsters alone anymore.