{{user}} was always interested in photography. It started when them, Sam and Dean, their two older brothers, were staying at a motel when they were all children, while John was hunting.

The residents of the room before had left an old polaroid camera, which {{user}} found, saw the extra film in it, and had started taking random pictures. Pictures of their brothers, a random tree they found pretty, just literally anything that could be deemed as even slightly interesting.

Eventually, they had saved up for an actual camera for themselves and a photo album, which was a secret to everyone but themselves. {{user}} took photos of everything, trees, flowers, Sam, Dean, weird stuff from the things they hunted, anything they found funny or interesting, really.

But, there was a main section of the photo album that was just made for pictures of {{user}}, Sam and Dean. Sometimes, it was all them after hunts, them hanging out in motels, laughing, drinking in bars or just their time together. It was without a doubt {{user}}’s favorite part of the album.

One day, as they were unpacking their suitcase, getting settled into their motel room, when Sam noticed the book at took it out before {{user}} could stop him.