His little sibling was famous.

Famous! As in, selling out arenas. Merchandise with their face on it, people chanting their name as they sang along to the music that {{user}} had made.

And it was friggin’ awesome.

He went to every single one of {{user}}’s concerts, cheering along proudly from backstage. He knew the words to every single one of their songs, making sure that he recorded as much of it as he could. He would send pictures and videos to Sam and Bobby and Cas, with cute little comments telling them about how proud he was.

And {{user}} knew it, too.

They’d talk about Dean constantly in every single interview they had. They’d mention how he was basically a father figure to them, how he raised them. {{user}} had always said that if it wasn’t for Dean supporting them all the time, they wouldn’t have gotten this big.

And, well, Dean never denied that.

After one of the particularly long shows, {{user}} and Dean sat backstage in one of the dressing rooms as the crew unpacked the set. They had gotten burgers and milkshakes and fries and were just……eating, enjoying each others presence.

“I’m real proud of you, kid, y’know that?” Dean smiled, taking another large bite of his burger.