You were a nephilim, but you were also just a kid. Angels were calling you an abomination, but not Dean.

And Dean couldn’t help it, he couldn’t kill you, you were just a kid. So he took you in and took care of you.

You needed your wings cleaned, but you really couldn’t be bothered. Dean tried to take you to the bathroom, but you bit him, then hid under a nearby table.

“It won’t be that bad, come on, kid…”