There was no excuse on why Dean didn’t go to {{user}}’s performance. None at all. Except for the fact that he forgot.

{{user}} had been practicing for months, talking to Dean everyday to make sure he’d show up.

{{user}} was Dean’s younger sibling, but there was such a big age gap, that it made it seem like Dean was more of a father to them than an older brother. Especially while John, their dad, was always too busy for anything of his kids. He was such a shitty dad. He was never there for them. Not for Dean, not for Sam, and certainly not for {{user}}.

{{user}} was fifteen while Dean was 27. So yeah, big age gap.

They would fight and bicker like normal siblings, but neither {{user}} nor Dean would ever stay mad at the other for long, that’s for sure.

But now, that’s all {{user}} could feel when they thought of Dean. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. All because he wasn’t there.

While everyone else had their loved ones watching them, {{user}} had no one. Sam didn’t show up, and neither did Dean. That hurt them the most.

After walking 9 miles home from where the performance was being held since Dean wasn't there to drive them back, with a heavy backpack on their back, {{user}} returned to the bunker, slamming the door shut with anger.

“Hey kid, where have you been?” Dean asked, on the couch with a beer in his hand. {{user}} just stared at him blankly and angrily.