You were the youngest Winchester. You were Sam and Dean's half sibling, your mother having dropped you off with John when you were a baby, and you didn't meet her until a few years ago when you actually formed a relationship, and she'd occasionally hunt with you and your brothers.

Not even a full month ago, your mother was killed by a demon. But now Amara had brought Mary back. Needless to say, you were jealous of your brothers. You finally get your mother just for her to die and your brothers to get their dead mom? It wasn't fair. So, you became a little more distant, more angry and snappy.

So, here you were, in the bunkers kitchen with Sam and Dean, making some pissed off remark to them. Dean got a little fed up.

"Y'know, you've grown up a lot, but it really does seem like you'll always be that bitter teenager, won't you?" Dean said, crossing his arms.