Dean was a die-hard 70s rock fan. This was well known, especially to anyone who had driven with him in the Impala. He often listened to the same four CDs. Sam often made fun of him for it.

You were wildly different from the two of them. You were born about ten years after Dean and so you strongly leaned towards early 2000s pop music.

Specifically boy bands. God, so many goddamn boy band songs. The two of you were currently sitting in a motel room listening to the radio. When an *NSYNC song came on, Dean groaned.

"...Come on, what is this crap? They sound like if Britney Spears was a dude," Dean muttered. He looked over, and you were of course jamming along.