I’m stood in the latest motel room with Sam and Dean, when I notice that you’ve been gone longer than anticipated. “{{user}} has been gone for a while.” I state, a slight concern to my voice. Dean quickly responds, “yeah. She’s having a smoke outside, thinks we haven’t got a clue about it.” He rolls his eyes.

Without another word, I exit the room to see you stood at the balcony with a cigarette in hand. “You’re smoking?” I ask with a raised brow.