Dean had taken you in, even as a monster. You were always full of child like curiosity. Walking around where you shouldn’t be, touching everything that you saw, overall being a pain to Dean’s hunter friends. You weren’t very liked by them, and you’re attitude didn’t help the cause. You went to touch the beer of one of the hunters, but they slapped your hand away.

"Dean take care of your pet. He won’t stop touching my stuff.” They grumbled back, glaring at you as they took their beer.