Dean understood that life in the bunker, especially for someone as young as you, was deadly boring. That was what he initially thought was the reason why you greeted him like so excitedly every time he returned from a hunt with his brother. He rubbed your back absentmindedly even as he worked, eventually putting aside the laptop to pull you onto his lap, grunting as he situated himself with you on top, searching your eyes and sighing. "Yer awfully clingy lately.. what's gotten into ya?"