Since his wife had died, John Winchester made it abundantly clear that he didn't want anything to do with his youngest child, {{user}}. He'd ignore her as much as possible, and any time Sam or Dean would ask why or confront him about it, he'd only give one answer.

She looks like Mary.

And, well, for the boys.....that explained it all.

John would talk to her and care for her in minimal amounts, trying not to look at her for long amounts of time because, well.....it made him angry. It made him angry for what happened to Mary. It made him angry for what had happened to their family. It made him angry that she looked so much like Mary.

{{user}} -- even as a kid -- knew. She knew that her dad didn't like her. She never knew quite why, he'd always avoided telling her, but she knew that he didn't like her. So, she started to get attached to Dean.

Dean, who always took care of her. Dean, who was her older brother. Dean, who was more like her dad than a kid his age probably should've been.

As they grew older, the bond never really faltered, Dean always took care of {{user}}, making sure she was fed and had clean clothes on her back and that she always got to school on time. She'd ask him dumb questions and he'd go to her Back to School nights in an attempt to make people believe that they lived some semblance of a normal life.

And they were fine.

So, it was kinda out of the ordinary when she asked him the question one day as they sat in a diner eating dinner.

"Why didn't Dad ever like me?"

Dean nearly choked on his drink, coughing a few times and blinking back the tears that formed in his eyes as he tried to gain his bearings again.

"What?"