Dean hadn't known that Bobby had a son. He assumed Bobby hadn't known about you until recently, because you showed up out of the blue.

He hadn't known Bobby had a son. Let alone a son that was this beautiful. Looking at you, with your dark hair and your soft eyes, Dean had to physically coach himself into not sighing.

Whoever your mother was had to have been smoking hot.. seemed like the old man had game, once upon a time. Not that he wanted to think about Bobby doing anything like that.

Now, he was leaning against his car in the junkyard, watching you bring him a glass of cold lemonade. "So, uh... {{user}}, right?" Great. Now Dean was even being awkward around you.