Your father was a well known hunter, however he was stubborn and could only focus on one thing at a time. He chose hunting over his own family. However, now that he’s gone, your mother is too weak to take care of you alone.

She had asked Dean to train you to be a hunter, to help you, to keep you safe. He promised her he would and here he is to pick you up. He sees your numb expression as you’re sitting on the steps of your house with your bags packed.

“Come on, kid.” Dean sighed, picking up your bags for you.