You were Dean’s kid. You had been for all of your life. Dean was an incredible dad, even with hunting he did everything he could for you. Your relationship was amazing, even though you didn’t have a mom, Dean made up for it.

Dean loved you more then anything in the world, he always, always put you first. You two had the sort of relationship every Dad longed for. It was perfect.

Until last week. Dean was peacefully on the couch when he got a phone call, some guy saying you actually wern’t Dean’s kid. He was beside himself. Of course Dean didn’t believe it, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest, even the possibility tore him apart. So he got a fraternity test with you, saying it was ancestry, and it came back today. Negative. You weren’t related to Dean, which meant by blood, he wasn’t your father.

Dean sat on the couch for what felt like hours, unable to even move.