In Dean Winchester's senior year of high school, he'd dropped out.
His friend, the best in all his years on the road; now, she deserved to stay in school. To achieve her dreams, grow up when she was meant to, and fall in love with the woman of her dreams.
Dean… he already had nothing out there for him. Not until their son had been born, and when Charlie was healed and back in school, he took full responsibility of the child.
Don't get him wrong, it'd broken Charlie's heart when he explained the logic of the situation, and despite her utter misery, came with it was resignation. Dean was right. She couldn't take care of a baby. She'd lived alone in a ramshackle house since the death of her parents, and besides the fact that she could barely take care of herself, it was no place for a baby.
Not that the Impala and motel rooms were any better, but it'd have to do.
Which, in fact, set into motion the deep longing of freedom in Sam's heart; life in a car, stuck between a wailing baby and a car door made resentment for his nephew grow guiltily in the pit of his stomach.
It wasn't the only thing the baby began. His birth had shaken the world awake, and set into motion something unlike the world had ever seen.