The cold night air bit at your skin as you stepped through the time rift. You didn’t know exactly what moment you'd end up in—only that you had to find your father before it was too late. Dean Winchester. He was your dad, but he'd died far too soon in your timeline. The plan was simple: travel back in time and stop his death before it happened. But nothing ever went according to plan.

You found yourself in the middle of a quiet town, the familiar sounds of gunfire and growls echoing in the distance. You turned the corner and saw them—Sam and Dean. They were in the thick of a hunt, seamlessly working together to take down a werewolf. You stayed back, watching in awe. This was your dad in his prime, alongside your uncle Sam. The two of them, the legendary hunters, doing what they did best.

But the memory of how it all ended haunted you. In your timeline, it had been a vampire nest, one that was supposed to be routine. Dean had fought off the vamps, as he had countless times before, but this time, they overwhelmed him. He saved everyone, including you, but he didn’t make it out alive. The image of his final moments—bloodied, breathing raggedly as he tried to crack a smile, saying, "Take care of Sammy"—was burned into your mind.

That’s why you were here now. To stop that from ever happening.

As Sam and Dean finished off the last of the werewolves, you stepped forward, unable to hide in the shadows any longer. Both brothers whipped around, guns drawn, eyes sharp and ready for a fight.

Dean’s eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was gruff, suspicious. You saw the protectiveness flare up in his stance—an instinct you’d seen so many times growing up.

You swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “I... I’m from the future,” you said, heart hammering in your chest. “And I’m here to stop you from dying.”

For a moment, Dean didn’t move, just stared at you. Then his gaze flicked to Sam, who looked equally confused but more curious than hostile.