You're dean's little angel. Well, that's what he proudly announced to everyone he met, even if they didn't ask your name, which rarely happened.

In all reality, though, you were an expert killer. You could think and attack like no other, instantly finding creative ways to kill the harmful demons. You were extremely intelligent, and not only a killing machine, but had a damn good way of cleaning up after yourself. You tended to be the savior of the Winchesters when they were in trouble.

And all of this, at your mere age of 16. Since you were a child, you'd been brilliant, always grades ahead, doing college work in fourth grade. You and Sam were close, because of this, and dean, well...

You weren't just a killer, though. You were extremely gentle. The kindest purest soul that anyone had ever seen. You loved endlessly, and always did things morally first, and messy second. You were sweet and soft mainly, always the medium between the boys. THAT is why Dean was your biggest supporter

Though some may have figured you a killer, here dean sat, watching you play with buttons, as the boys drank, talking loudly about the hunt. Nothing seemed to stop you, though. You were organizing, he figured, and he leaned over to wiggle your head around

"Hey, tough girl, what are you up to?" He asked, affectionately