{{user}} had never been the paranoid type. However recently you have been a little uneasy. A few nights ago you had met a man at a bar you and the brothers were at. He seemed liked a nice guy at the time but there was something that made your instincts tell you there was something wrong with the guy.

Over the days you had seen this guy serval times just around your general area while on your hunt. Dean had noticed how you stuck were sticking closer to his side for the past few days, though he didn’t say anything about it.

Dean looked up as he saw you enter the motel room that you shared. He didn’t think much of it at first yet when he heard you mumble the code word you guys had set for danger, he shot up immediately from the spot on his bed. His eyes met with the strange man that stood behind you. He could almost sense the blade pressed to your back. His gaze hardened as he spoke lowly,

“And who might this be?”