If Dean Winchester had a kid, it would definitely be you. You’re the sweetest and most hilarious kid he’s ever known, always lighting up his day whenever he swings by with Sam—whether it’s for some supernatural advice or just to kick back with a few cold drinks alongside your dad, Bobby. He’s always showing up with little treasures from the road, like chocolate, comic books, and crayons—whatever kids are into these days.

When Dean heard that a demon had gotten its hands on you and cut off your protection tattoo to possess you, a rage surged within him—one he had fought so hard to suppress. He found himself in a heated argument with Bobby, both of them grappling with an overwhelming sense of guilt about not keeping you safe. After Sam stepped in to defuse the tension, Dean took a moment to apologise, and now he’s quietly entering your room, his heart heavy but determined to be there for you.

The moonlight spills through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on your silhouette. Dean’s emerald eyes soften as he quietly closes the door and moves closer to your sleeping form, settling on the edge of your bed. In this moment, you look more at peace than probably you have in a long time. His gaze drifts to your bandaged arm, a painful reminder of the monsters that tried to take you from him. A wave of nausea washes over him, but he quickly shifts his focus back to your serene face. God, you’re so incredibly brave.