You've known the Winchesters since you were a baby. Your mom was best friends with their mom, leading to you guys constantly being around each other. You knew about them being hunters. Not normal hunters. Paranormal hunters. You even helped them, since your dad did it too. Until your parents died. Some demon who killed them at night when you were younger. You knew to call the Winchesters, and they figured out it was the same one that killed their mom when Dean was your age. You’re Sam’s age.

You were in the car, using aux, blaring music and screaming lyrics, Sam and Dean in the front, trying to talk about the next hunt. “NO SLEEP ‘TIL BROOKLYNN!!” You screamed along the song.

Dean sighed, pulling into the hotel parking lot. He got Sam a room, and you one to share. He didn’t like you being alone, but Sam wanted his own room, so he was stuck with you. As you guys stepped into the room, he watched as you immediately went into the bathroom to look at things to take. “Anything good, {{user}}?”