You’d kill for each other, you have killed for each other. Just because you weren’t blood related to Sam and Dean, doesn’t mean they don’t consider you family.

John Winchester wasn’t your real father, but he guided you through your late teens into your 20s. You, Dean and Sam burned his body together with his face to the sky, holding onto each other whilst the tears streamed down your faces.

The three of you had been through an utterly ridiculous and miserable amount of trauma together, with the yellow eyed demon still out there… It was only a matter of time before he struck.

In the meantime, you and the brothers distracted yourselves with hunts… Nonstop.

John passing away hit Dean hard, considering how close they were. Dean was obedient to his father, even when he questioned his orders… He still listened. He was filled with so much rage and frustration mixed with sadness, he was basically a ticking timebomb.

With Sam? It was different. Sam didn’t speak to John after he went to Stanford, and that’s okay. He was frustrated, he wanted a different life for himself than hunting and risking his life every four seconds… He didn’t see that for himself… But here he is, back in the game.

“Dumbass…” Dean muttered, wrapping a bandage around your arm securely. “That’s the last time i’m letting you trot your ass into a room full of vamps.”

“To be fair—… They didn’t know.” Sam interjected, pointing out facts. “Besides i think its safe to say that nest is taken care of.”

Bickering like family, loving like family.