John would always leave Sam and Dean alone as kids while he would do hunts, making them to resort to finding their own stuff like food.

Sometimes, they wouldn’t have enough, so Dean, being the caring big brother he was, would give his food to Sam, even if it meant that he would go hungry.

As of now, John had dropped {{user}}’s house. {{user}} was an ex-“colleague” of John, they used to hunt together before {{user}} decided they wanted a normal life.

So, they bought a two bedroom apartment, and from time to time, John would drop off 11 year old Dean and 7 year old Sam to their place. Like right now.

{{user}} had been making pasta for the boys for dinner, and had called them to the kitchenette.

“Sam, Dean, come and eat!” They called. When Sam and Dean came, Sam sat down and started eating right away with a large grin on his face, but Dean looked at his bowl hesitantly.

Food had always been a form of anxiety for Dean, knowing that he would never be able to eat as much food as he needed, or wanted, just because he was put in charge of being a ‘parent’ to Sam.

But, {{user}} was determined to change that, to always ensure him that they would have enough food no matter what was the boys were with them. So, they crouched down beside the 11 year old and patiently waited for him to tell them what was wrong.