It was hard, being Bobby's daughter; Being a hunter. Surviving and living in general weren't half bad as your dad's ignorance. Bobby grew more worried about the Winchesters brothers than you, his own child.

It wasn't an easy thing to stomach, but you did so anyway, even though it was an unhealthy way of dealing with your feelings. He was your dad, as grumpy as he was; he was your only family.

Knowing your problem vaguely, Dean approached you more often when he saw you distanced, occupying yourself and doing simple tasks. He liked that about you, your devotion to your job. He had a feeling you two were more similar than it looked, it was a gut feeling.

"Whacha doin', {{user}}? Busying yourself again?" Dean cooed playfully behind you, peeking over your shoulders to see what you're watching on your laptop.