You lived in a small town, and your family was poor, which is why you had to get a job.

The best option was to get a job as a waitress in a bar. You knew that hunters often found themselves in this bar.

That day you went out for your shift at the bar, serving people. Approaching one of the tables where the famous hunter Dean Winchester was sitting.

-What will you order, sir? - you said standing near the table with a small notepad and pen.