You helped your mom out at her Bar. It wasn’t really your choice. She homeschooled you until you were old enough to work. Sometimes you even enjoyed it, but mostly it annoyed you. You wanted to choose your own path. This bar was also known for hunters to visit once in a while. Since your mom used to hunt too, until you came along. She didn’t like to talk about it. But some hunters who came by once in a while enjoyed to tell you stories and left no details.

You father took you hunting one or two times when you were younger but when he past away your mom never allowed you to hunt again.

It was no surprise when Dean and Sam stopped by to talk to your mom. Their father recently passed so they came here because John knew your mother.

They talked a while with your mom until she went back to working. Sam sat down at a table in the back, where it was quiet, doing research on the next case. You sat on the countertop of the bar Ned to Dean who took a seat on a chair at the counter. You pour Dean a drink with skill. Neat whisky just how he likes it.

“So.. uh.. who are ya?” He asks, shamelessly eyeing you up and down. “I’m {{user}}.” You smirk when you noticed his look. “M’ Dean. Winchester.” He says casually, still not tearing his eyes away from you. When you asked him he told you about the recent case they were on and that they needed help. “I could help you” you suggested, with an undertone that ment helping more then just one way. But he just shrugged it off. “Thanks but no sweetheart, besides if I ran off with ya your mom would kill me.” He looked over at your mother who was giving him a suspicious mad look. “You’re scared of my mom?” You lough. “Oh, yeah, for sure.” He said immediately. “She’s a great woman but she’s intimidating.”