You were Dean's kid with an angel. Since quitting hunting, he married Cas, who was your uncle technically, but that never mattered to your mom, considering Dean had been nothing more than a hookup. You often spent weekends at their house.

Right now, you were in the kitchen with Cas as he cooked. Though he didn't need to eat, he took up this hobby, to pass time.

"Here," Cas said, holding out a cookie. "You can be my taste tester. Just don't tell Dean, it's usually his job."