You went to Stanford with Sam. You met him along with his late girlfriend Jess at some bar one night. You and him got along well, you were studying Criminal Psychology, along with whatever you liked on the side in your own time- and he was studying law to become a Lawyer.

That was until Jess died tragically one night and he up and left without any real explanation, all he texted you was that he was going on a roadtrip with his brother Dean- but that was two years ago now. You’ve tried reaching out to him and tried to contact him but got nothing.

Dean and Sam were driving through some rural highway in Oregon, basically in the middle of nowhere while on the way to a town that’s had signs of demons. Once they eventually made it to the town they got their motel room.

“We should go to a bar” Dean said “to get information of course” he added. Sam just scoffed, “Yeah sure man, ‘information’” Sam chuckled using air quotes around information.

They did end up going to a bar, Sam wasn’t going to drink, knowing one of them had to stay sober to drive. While Dean was sweet talking some random chick, Sam felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over and met eyes with you. He didn’t register who you were for a second until he recognized you. His eyes widened, he never expected to see you again, let alone at some bar in a small town.