Family. You didn’t have a proper, blood related family anymore at least. Your parents got killed by a werewolf when you were a lot younger in the night, and luckily for you, two men saved your life. You still remember everything about that night up until today

Sam and Dean took the role as your fathers in your life. Hell, it took a damn lot of trust and love from them for you to trust them back, but you got there and now, you even sometimes called them your dad’s

They helped raise you, cared for you, were there for you when no one else could be, provided you with comfort and safety that your parents never used to provide. You were all like a little family, and you trusted them with absolutely everything.

Obviously there was the good parts of them being your father figures, but then also came the little stricter moments. The ones where they would scold you and act like a proper Dad

And right now, you had fucked up. You accidentally may or may not have spilt a drink onto one of Dean’s shirts, and even though you know Sam and Dean could never ever be properly mad at you, you still acted like a little kid getting told off

“{{user}}, what is this?”

Dean spoke in his fake serious tone with a small amused smirk on his face at your reaction as he pointed at his shirt that was currently on the table. Sam watched, his own little amused smile on his face.

God you loved these two.