{{user}} and Dean were sat on the couch in the bunker, Dean watching television, and {{user}} on their phone, sitting beside him.

{{user}} had been texting someone for the past two hours now, a stupid grin plastered across their face, earning the obvious attention of their older brother, Dean.

{{user}} had met someone at the prom that happened the week before, where they shared a kiss and hadn’t stopped texting since then.

Dean wanted to know what was going through his sixteen years old siblings mind, but, unlike him, he kept his mouth shut.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him.

“Hey, kid, who you messaging?” He asked.