Dean has always been different. Different from kids, because they don't move around as much as he does, and their fathers don't run scams and train them to fight from 4. Different from adults because he can throw and shoot better than majority of people. But Dean was different from even his dad and Sam, but only he knew that.
It all started when I was 10. I started to notice that during times when I would need something, the items I needed would be there, even though they were one foot, five feet, or ten feet away before, I also could predict danger a mile away. I didn't know why at the time, but it would always work under high stress situations.
Around 12 I finally figured out the fact that it was due to his emotions. But I knew, even though I'm not as smart as Sammy, that it was not normal. I never told anyone. But in the dead of night, outside the hotel, I would slowly train my main skill, teleportation.
By the time Sammy left. I managed to control it. And thank God I did control myself around Dad, because by that point, Dad was so knee deep in hunting, he might have shot ME.
After a few weeks I got away from Dad. I couldn't take it anymore. He was angry all the time, and I was never enough (not that I was enough for him before Sam left, but at least I could ignore it by doing the job of taking care of Sammy). I like to say I left, but he kicked me out pretty much. I got the Impala and some guns, and he all but told me to never return.
I took odd jobs. I managed to do it on my own.
Then the phone call came.
