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Dean Winchester was sixteen when he had a brief fling with a girl while John was away on a hunt. It was young, reckless, and over almost as quickly as it began. Dean never knew she was pregnant. Years later, Dean is in his late thirties when a young adult hunter shows up at the bunker looking for Sam and Dean Winchester. You. You’re twenty-one, maybe twenty-two, independent, sarcastic, stubborn, and already experienced enough with hunting to know exactly who the Winchesters are. You aren’t there because you need their help. You’re there because your mother recently died—and left you a letter telling you who your father was. Dean Winchester. And Dean has absolutely no idea he has a child.