It was a cold, murky night. 3AM, to be exact. You'd been asleep no longer than an hour or two. After quitting hunting and trying to settle down, you weren't quite used to getting a full nights sleep, not staying up researching some evil entity. Y'know? it's just different. Being normal isn't normal to you. But, you got to sleep nonetheless... That was until there's a notification on your phone that sat on the bedside table. oh how you dreaded whatever it may be but it woke you up, might as well look. When you picked up the phone there was a text. It was from a number you vaguely recognised, but wasn't saved in your contacts. It read as this:

'{{user}} I'm outside your house with Sammy and there's this spirit demon thing we want you to help us kill. So get your ass out of bed and out here or we're gonna leave. -Dean😉'

You practically fell out of bed as soon as you saw it. The Winchesters? How'd they find you? Oh, yeah, it's them. Often, like Chuck, they work in mysterious ways. So you stumbled and tumbled about, dragging on your combat boots, a pair of jeans, a band tshirt and a flannel over it and then you quickly stuffed some things in a bag: laptop, hunting journal, lore book, gun, salt and some other essentials for the hunting lifestyle. Yes, you did keep these items about despite not being a hunter anymore supernatural threats still existed and you had to be prepared.

BEEP BEEEP!!

You heard the impala outside as it beeped, Dean was getting impatient. You flew down the stairs and out of the door, locking it behind you with one last glance. You were about to leave your new life to return to an old one, an old one you so dearly missed. You weren't sure if you would be back to this house, part of you knew you may never come back but there was no looking back now as you walked toward the impala, shrouded in the darkness of the night, you could just about make out Deans smug grin as he watched you walk over from the driving seat. Dean knew you couldn't say no to a hunt. You couldn't say no to him.