Dean was going through his phone, lying on his bed. He couldn't care less about the fact that {{user}} was going through his stuff.

{{user}} opened one of his drawers and found a bunch of old photos. Dean noticed that.

"What've you got there?" He asked, putting his phone aside, sitting up on the bed. Dean had an amused grin playing on his lips. {{user}} sat beside him on the bed with the pictures.

"That's my mom." Dean pointed at one of the pictures with Mary and himself when he was around four.