Dean was your best friend. You two did almost everything together, well while they were stuck around your town that is. They frequently visited it, because it was where Bobby lived.

At first, John didn't trust you. He thought you were just Dean’s annoying young friend. But after a while, he warmed up to you.

Whenever Dean was around, you were practicality always over. To be around Dean and Sam, or just to be away from home, John would never know. Not that he minded.

It was near Afternoon. Dean and Sam were at the library for a case, but here you were, knocking on their door. John opened it.