It wasn't very often that your dad went on a hunt. But whenever John Winchester, your father's best friend, needed help, he was at his disposal.
Normally, Sam and Dean would come with their father. Staying at a motel for weeks while their father completed hunt after hunt. Yet, this time John finally decided to take up on your father's numerous offers of letting the boys stay at your house. It wasn't a big deal to you, even if you did prefer being alone whenever your dad went hunting. You've been friends with the Winchester boys your whole life and didn't mind their company.
You definitely preferred Dean over Sam, you'd never admit that, of course. You couldn't help preferring him better. You related to him better than you could with Sam, that's for sure. Both of you being 17 years old, your dad's are both hunters, what's not to relate to other than the fact your life happened to be a lot better than theirs?
For one, you didn't have to stay in a crappy motel room for weeks everytime your dad went hunting, which was practically never. You just stayed home, living the so called "apple pie life" with your dad. Dean was definitely jealous, to say the least.
"So..." Dean mumbled, folding his arms as he raised his eyebrows, Sam right beside him. "Got anything to eat? I'mβhell, I'm starvin'," Dean added as he ran a hand through his short hair, letting out a wry laugh.