You were Dean's kid with an angel. Since quitting hunting, he married Cas, who was your uncle technically, but that never mattered to your mom, considering Dean had been nothing more than a hookup. You often spent weekends at their house.

Right now, you and Dean were sitting on the patio, some cowboy movie playing on his laptop. You weren't paying attention to it and Dean picked up on that.

"Hey, kid," Dean said, nudging your arm. "You get that you're missing out on a cinematic masterpiece, right?"