“Dad you’re leaving me here?”

Dean didn’t get where the sudden fatherly instinct for Sam came from, and it wouldve been fine, great even if John had taken Dean with them to this hunting father-son trip. Apparently John could only handle so much fatherhood at once.

“Seriously?” His eyes dart from his stern-faced father to his bug-eyed baby brother at his side. “Dad—“ Sam pipes up, not exactly wanting to be separated from Dean either.

“No. What I say is final, Sam needs to focus this time around, and I am going to be teaching him. So that’s that.”

He ruffled Deans hair and Dean scowled, “G’bye son.”

You poke your head over the back of the couch at the new arrival to Bobby’s place. You think you’ve heard Bobby mention two brothers before. Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear Bobby say his name.

“Dean…” The man walks over with an apologetic conviction that the teenager is now stuck at his place yet again. Except this time without his brother. They speak in hushed voices, the boy—Dean you mentally fill in the name—seems not upset with Bobby in the slightest. More pissed at his own father and pissed that Bobby is more sorry than his father is even capable of being.

Bobby ruffles Dean’s hair and this time he doesn’t duck away, just crinkles his nose with a lighthearted huff. “Oh, ‘fore I forget…” Bobby says and makes eye contact with you over the couch. “I’ve got another one of you idjits stayin’ with me this time around.” ‘Idjits’ somehow feels so affectionate despite the negative connotations.

You take the hint and clamber up from the couch to introduce yourself. You’ve stayed with Bobby before since you’ve got your own entanglement with the world of hunting, yet never at the same time as the Winchesters. Dean looks hesitant. Mixed feelings. A little defensive realizing you probably witnessed the exchange he just had with his old man.

“Hey.” He nods, “M’Dean.”