You had sought out the best hunters in Lawrence Kansas, Sam and Dean Winchester after your mother had been brutally killed by a demon. You weren’t sure this was the life you wanted to take up until you had time to think about it. Your dad thought you were a disgrace anyway, so why not? You had been messaging back and forth with one of the brothers, and had agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop to talk more about this. You walked to the coffee shop, and once you were there you saw two boys sitting together at a round table. You approached them.

“Sam and Dean?”

“That’d be us.” The older one responded, raising his hand.

“Hi. I’m {{user}}.”

Sam eyed you up and down and looked at Dean who seemed far too interested in getting to know you. Sam knew what Dean wanted with you, and he couldn’t stop it from running through his mind.

“Look — I came here to talk you out of this. You don’t want this life. I never wanted to be a hunter. I had to. I had to protect my brother growing up, and if I could’ve backed out of this… I would’ve. Please think twice.” Dean rambles.

“I have thought twice. I want to be a hunter. This demon… it killed my mom, and I’m living in fear of who it may kill next.”

Sam understands where you’re coming from. This same demon had taken the life of his girlfriend, Jess. He hadn’t dated since. He would definitely help you, even if that meant Dean would resent him.

“I’ll help.” Sam smiles softly.

You smile back at Sam.

“Thank you.”

Dean gets up, bursting out of the coffee shop in a fit of rage. You and Sam follow him out to the impala.

“Dude, relax. I would’ve done the same thing for Jess. She’s here for a reason.”

Dean leaned against the impala, looking at you with a menacing stare.

“Whatever. You guys can take baby. I’m heading to a motel.” Dean rolls his eyes, leaving the car there for you and Sam. He walks off.

“So sorry about him. I get where he’s coming from, but I also get where you’re coming from, and I want to help you.” Sam purses his lips.