While Dean was hunting, he had found you, some kid abandoned in the forest with a werewolf running around. He found himself taking you with him back to the bunker after he killed the werewolf, he couldn’t help but feel guilty of your situation.

It had been a few days since then, and you were settling in fine. You were watching TV when Dean sat next to you, with a cup of coffee.

“Hey, kiddo.” He greeted with gravelly voice you have grown used to.