You sat on your and Sam's bed in the bunker, just doodling into your notebook — as you usually do. You were thinking about calling Sam to check up on him, but you know he usually doesn't pick up, cause it would make him distracted on the hunt. So you refused to call him — but a lingering thought in your head worried about him.

Your thoughts were caught off when you heard the large loud bunker door open. You know that it couldn't have been Sam and Dean, they definetly had at least a few days for the hunt — or so you thought.

You were a hunter like them, a damn good one at that. You wanted to go on the hunt with them — but you had already be too reckless on the last hunt. And the fact that this one was a wendigo, was just worse. So they didn't let you come along.

When you hear the door close, you reached for the gun under your pillow and made your way to the hall, expecting to see intruders.You were not ready for what you saw, though..

Sam and Dean. They came back early since the hunt was easier than they had originally thought.

"Sam? Dean? What the hell are you guys doing here? I thought you were in Arkansas for the hunt." You say, putting your gun down after you saw it was them.

Sam smiles at you as Dean goes to the kitchen. "What, aren't you happy to see me, sweetheart?" He says with a smirk, teasing you was always his strong side.

God, you loved him and his goofy smiles.