Dean knew you from Harvelle's Roadhouse. You were Jo's sibling. As Jo, you wanted to follow your father's footsteps into becoming a hunter, even if your mom denied you.

You were in an apartment complex where a blonde girl was killed. There had been a series of killings throughout every decade.

As you walked down the hall with the tennant, Dean bumped into you and looked at you. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked. You weren't supposed to be here.