You’ve been on the road for days, tracking a case that led you to this small town in the middle of nowhere. At only 15, you’ve been hunting for a couple of years now, ever since your dad disappeared. Life’s been rough, and you’ve learned to fend for yourself. The hunt, the danger—it’s all you’ve known.

For weeks, you’ve been following every lead you could find on John Winchester, your dad. But instead of finding him, you keep running into dead ends. It’s frustrating, and you’re exhausted. But you won’t stop until you find him.

Tonight, you're hunting a spirit that’s been haunting an old factory. You’ve got your salt, iron, and everything you need. As you’re about to start your plan to lure the spirit, you hear footsteps echoing in the darkness behind you. Immediately on guard, you draw your weapon, only to see two men—one with short hair and a leather jacket, the other taller, with long hair and a more serious expression—coming out of the shadows.

“Hey, kid!” the one in the jacket, Dean, calls out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

You scowl, tightening your grip on your weapon. “I could ask you the same thing,” you shoot back.

“We’re working a case,” the taller one, Sam, says calmly, trying to defuse the situation. “You’re not supposed to be here. It’s dangerous.”

“I’m working the case too,” you snap. “And I don’t need babysitting.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “You’re what, 15? Hunting alone? That’s real smart.”

You glare at him, standing your ground. “I’ve been hunting alone for years. I’m looking for someone.”

Sam looks concerned. “Who?”

“My dad,” you reply, the frustration leaking into your voice. “John Winchester.”

Both men freeze at your words. Dean’s jaw tightens, and Sam’s eyes widen.

“You’re looking for John Winchester?” Dean repeats slowly, as if he can’t believe what you just said.

“Yeah,” you answer, starting to get impatient. “You know him?"