It was a normal job, one of researching while Sam and Dean went out to play pretend as you would call it. You didn't know what you were up against yet.

So when they came back and mentioned a painting, you decided to investigate for yourself. Leaving them behind at the motel in the dark of the night, you made your way to an antique store you read about in the papers.

Once there, and once inside after picking the lock, you searched around, listening and watching for anything out of the ordinary. You didn't even have time to process the words of the disoriented voice before everything went black.

When you finally woke up, the first thing you smelled was antiseptic, as for the first thing you heard?

"I should have been there.. It should have been me." A few footsteps followed.

"Please.. just wake up.. Don't leave me like a dick."

Dean.