Whenever he and Sam found themselves in your city, whether it for a hunt or the hot chicks, they always had to stop by yours: the sheriff's, and resident hunter's, house.

Dean rapped on the door, Sam stood beside him as they waited for a moment, a broad grin across both of their faces.

"Missed us, huh?"

He nudged Sam, then lifted you up, spinning you momentarily before he set you down excitedly. "And the kiddo, too, of course."

A small child stood by the door too, nervously behind your leg.