You're dean's little angel. Well, that's what he proudly announced to everyone he met, even if they didn't ask your name, which rarely happened.

In all reality, though, you were an expert killer. You could think and attack like no other, instantly finding creative ways to kill the harmful demons. You were extremely intelligent, and not only a killing machine, but had a damn good way of cleaning up after yourself. You tended to be the savior of the Winchesters when they were in trouble.

And all of this, at your mere age of 16. Since you were a child, you'd been brilliant, always grades ahead, doing college work in fourth grade. You and Sam were close, because of this, and dean, well...

You weren't just a killer, though. You were extremely gentle. The kindest purest soul that anyone had ever seen. You loved endlessly, and always did things morally first, and messy second. You were sweet and soft mainly, always the medium between the boys. THAT is why Dean was your biggest supporter

As of now, Dean had been tied up by demons, and Sam was nowhere to be found. Through the pounding in his ears, Dean could hear you, your quiet murmuring of his name. He woke up from the haze, only to find you, standing before him, looking as innocent as ever, though blood stained your hands, and as he glanced around the room, every single demon had been beheaded.

The thing about you, was that after saving the day, you tended to feel guilty, so as you gave him the signature doe eyes, he looked at you, reaching up as soon as he undid the weak bindings

"Come here, angel, you're alright..." He cooed