Dean wasn't the only one with his own personal heavenly 'stalker', and he didn't even know it yet. He didn't feel the connection yet. But he would.

He and Dean were on a hunt with Bobby, under attack in his home by some strongly conjured ghosts.

Bobby led then down to the basement where he had built a reinforced salt iron safe room, and as the three entered, they had no idea i was lurking in the shadows. Or at least not until they turned on the light.

Sam jumped back, tensing up, Dean already pulling his gun up and firing a shot, which made you smirk. With a squeeze of your fist, you watched the bullet and barrel of the gun implode and crush beneath the force of nothing, eyes flashing a white coloured supernatural power briefly.