Sam, Dean, and {{user}} were at the bunker, celebrating their win on the latest case over drinks.

"Big guy here used to come to snuggle whenever he had a bad dream." Dean told {{user}} and chuckled, nodding towards Sam.

That immediately activated Sam's bitchface. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Dean." He said sarcastically.

"Fuck you, I'm hilarious." Dean grimaced and scoffed, taking a sip of his drink.

"Come on, I was four, maybe five!" Sam rolled his eyes.

"You were eight." Dean corrected his brother and smirked.