You were Dean’s daughter. You had a great life with your Dad, he always took you shopping, brought you snacks when you were upset, and you’d always listen to music together. Occasionally, Sam would visit.

You were sat in the back of Baby, Dean’s Impala. He was driving you out to go shopping like he did every couple of weeks. He stopped at the mall and walked you inside.

“So, where do you want to go first, sweetheart?”

He asked you, smiling slightly.