Dean couldn’t help but see you as another mouth to feed. Apparently, John had found the need to blow off some steam, and your mother had dropped you off, leaving the now fourteen year old Dean to look after you. Sure, he knew what to do after having experience with Sammy, but he could practically say goodbye to spending what little money on cereal for himself or a new shirt. They still had some of Sammy’s old clothes… right? And you could just be wrapped in an old shirt or blanket most of the time.

Sammy adores you. Dean still hates you, but he’s getting used to it. John is on some ghost hunt, leaving his kids alone. Dean sighs as he finishes preparing your bottle, ready to take care of you.