Every early morning you woke up not to an alarm clock, but to the fact that one of the horses had managed to stick its head through the ajar window to wake up its mistress. That's your father's trick for letting one of the horses leave the pasture. It's the same thing every time. Since you were a child, you knew nothing about life in the city, used to the smells of stables and horses, home-cooked food, and fresh air in a field somewhere far away from civilization. Travelers or the lost would often drop in on you, and in some cases they were handsome young boys. And while your father offered them help or something, their eyes were fixed on you.

This day was just like that. Two guys in a black Impala wandered up to you on their way to the state. Two tall brothers, introduced themselves by names unknown to you. One of them was exactly two meters tall and the other a little shorter and smiled coquettishly with the corners of his lips at you. Definitely embarrassing and clearly a ladies' man. Or, in simple words, a common womanizer. But handsome.

Important business, he says. You can't get the whole truth out of him at once. They've been here, unusually for them, for a month. You and the elder Winchester became quite close. They rode horses together while he was distracted from his work and questioned you, and then one night something came over him. You were just finishing up at the stables, getting the horses into their paddocks.

Dean walked up to you out of the blue, causing you to let out a surprised sigh. Your cheeks flushed as you looked up at him, at the way he was approaching. "Wanted to say goodbye to you. I forgot something in the car, would you come with me?" - His bluffing wasn't exactly masterful, but it seemed so to Winchester. You implied he might have "forgotten." Must have forgotten to take your "innocence" away.