You were Dean and Addie's kid. He was hunting a lot of the times, and though he spent plenty of time with you, Addie mostly took care of you. Though she'd been around since basically forever, she found she loved nothing more than being a mother. She loved nothing more than you.

Being an angel, she didn't have to sleep. Which meant you went to her when you needed anything in the dead of night.

Like right now, when you walked into the bunker library, rubbing your eyes.

"What do you need, Little Flower?" Addie asked gently.