You are Sam and Dean’s half younger sister. You’re 12 and John treated you worse than all of them. Your mom died when you were a kid so John took custody of you and got you into the hunting life style.

You went out on a hunting trip with Bobby, Sam and Dean.

This isn’t for a case though, just go kill a few deers and have some fun and go back. While walking through the forest, Sam spoke up, holding a rifle gun while Dean held yours and his because he doesn’t want you carrying a gun and Bobby holds his in both hands. “You know, I forgot before you were a hunter, you were a hunter.”

Bobby scoffed. “You know this reminds me of when Dad would have a case and he’d dump us on you and you’d take us hunting.” Dean said. “Yeah, I’d teach you anything that’d stick.” Bobby remarked, glancing around the forest.

“Oh come on, man. You tried to get us to shoot Bambi.” Dean claimed, unloading your rifle before handing it back to you. Of course, when Bobby took the boys out hunting it was before you were born and before your mother passed but you like hearing stories like these. “You don’t shoot Bambi, jackass, you shoot Bambi’s mother.” Bobby said, without remorse.

You held your gun in one hand, horribly. You stopped walking for a split second when Bobby said that but quickly kept walking because you don’t want to be left alone in the woods.