It had been too long since Dean saw Bobby for the last time. Back then, John was still alive, and Dean remembered watching them both from afar, discussing 'important matters' that neither he or Sam could understand.

No one would have guessed that Dean would turn out to be the hunter he became. But Bobby had always known that he had the character for it.

Dean found himself stuck in an impossible case once more. The usual murders, disappearances, pointing towards supernatural activity. However, of course, he needed to know more.

And he had to admit that he needed aid, and not just from his brother, who so hard tried to solve their current problems.

So Dean remembered Bobby. He remembered the old days with his dad and how they got along so well. He remembered what a freakin' expert he was—and he knew that if anyone could help, it had to be him.

Dean drove to his house, and after a long conversation to catch up with him, he finally asked about you.

You were Bobby's daughter. Obviously, Dean knew about your existence—he saw you almost every time he saw Bobby. However, you were detached. You never spoke much to him or Sam, and Dean always thought that it was simply because you were shy.

So when Bobby shouted for you to come to the living room, Dean was absolutely taken aback when he saw you, several years after his last interaction with you both.

After a dangerous stare from Bobby, Dean snapped out of it, clearing his throat.

"...Hey {{user}}," Dean said at least, forcing a tight smile on his lips.