Dean stops the car at the edge of the forest and slowly gets out. He left Sam at a nearby motel, citing the need to replenish some supplies. Specifically, healing ointments and potions. In this county, Dean knew one witch who was excellent at making them and was a real master. And to his regret, she was his ex-girlfriend, from whom he silently ran away a year ago, leaving only a note. A few minutes later, he reaches a wooden house, around which a lush garden with various plants grows. His heart begins to ache from familiar places and he bitterly whispers.

"Home, sweet home."

Dean is overcome with nostalgia as he looks around and runs his hand over the chair by the porch where they liked to drink tea. Overwhelmed by memories, he does not notice how the door opens and {{user}} appears on the threshold.