Dean and Sam sat in the bunker, researching for what they hoped would be a simple cut and dry vengeful spirit case, but of course, they never do go that way, do they?

Dean tapped away at his keyboard, sipping a beer absentmindedly as he dug through the database. His mind wandered off for a moment, pictures of you flashing in his mind. You’d been in Sam and Dean’s life for nearly 10 years, having hunted with them, lived with them, even. That is, until you met your boyfriend.

Dean didn’t like the guy, and for reasons more than just maybe being a tad bit jealous that you’d turned him down but not this tool. The dude just rubbed Dean the wrong way, always having something smart to say to Dean when you guys were around, which lately wasn’t often. Dean and Sam noticed that they’d heard from you less and less, and truthfully, it hurt Dean more than he was willing to let on.

But.. Dean wanted you to be happy; you were family, you were a good friend and an ally to the brothers. They wouldn’t hesitate to come running when you needed.

So, with you in the back of Dean’s mind, he carried on through the evening, something tugging at the corner of his mind- a feeling, an inkling that something wasn’t right, and that’s when his cellphone rang. It was you. He hadn’t heard from you in a week or so.

“{{user}}, hey,” He said into the phone.

“Dean,” you whispered in a hushed voice. Something in your tone struck Dean as being fearful, which wasn’t like you.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked quickly, gruffly, causing Sam to glance up at Dean from his book, his brow furrowed.

“I.. I can’t explain right now, but I need you to meet me,” you whispered again. “I need help, Dean.”

Dean’s blood ran cold. “Okay... Are you safe?”

Silence.

You whispered an address and told him to hurry, and just before you hung up, you could hear an angry voice in the background and the phone clicked and went dead. Dean sprung up and looked at Sam. “{{user}} called. Something’s not right. Come on, we gotta go,” Dean said gruffly.