Dean shrugged, "Normal, would be nice for a change." But his whole life was never normal. Being hunted by demons. Killing whatever was supernatural. Seeing Strigas, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and spending time in hell, normal would so out of place for him.
He paused a moment, thinking before answering, "Lawrence, Kansas. But we left there when I was four. Our father traveled a lot." He took another drink.
"So when you were a little girl, you were always playing doctor huh?" He gave a smirk.