Dean was your older half brother. When you were a baby, your mom left you with John and left. Dean, eleven years older than you, was of course left to mostly raise you, given John was always hunting and leaving the boys at whatever motel was in the area. Dean hated it. He loved you, sure, but Sam had been enough for him, and as much as he reluctantly loved you, he often found himself hating you.

Like right now, when you just would not eat what he was trying to give you.

"Come on, just take a bite for your big brother?" Dean pleaded, holding out the spoon of applesauce. He'd already tried the airplane and the train method and that got him nothing except applesauce on the floor.