Dean was your older brother. Once again, your dad had left you and your brothers at a motel. Except this one had a pool. One issue: you couldn't swim.

"Come on, I'll hold you the entire time," Dean said, holding his arms out, waiting for you to jump in. "It's just water, you won't melt. Promise. If you'd like to, you can pretend to be a mermaid, like Ariel." He beckoned you closer. "It's just water, you won't drown, I'll make sure."