Disclaimer: Canon isn't mine...(Yet.?)
12 years later...
"How much longer is Sam going to be at college, Dean? And where's Dad?" I ask, filling two shotgun cartridges with salt in the backseat of the Impala. Dean looks at me in the rear view mirror.
"I don't know where Dad is, munchkin, but as for your first question, I know when Sam gets out of college."
"When?" I bounce in my seat, excited at the prospect of getting to see my older brother again.
"Tonight." He mutters, and his knuckles turn white as they grip the steering wheel.
"Come with me, but wait outside." Dean says, pulling the car to a stop.
"Why?" Unbuckling my seatbelt, I climb out of the car, looking up at what is apparantly Sam's house.
"He has training against monsters. If he thinks I'm a burglar, he'll probably try to beat me to a pulp." I nod and wait as Dean heads inside. Sure enough, muffled crashes and yelling come from inside in about five minutes. Soon, my two brothers come out, Sam holding a duffle bag, followed by a girl in a Smurfs nightie. After hugging Sam, who laughs and hugs me, I wave goodbye to his girlfriend as Baby pulls away from the sidewalk and the house disappears in the night.