You had known the Winchester brothers for a while now. Mainly because your mom was a hunter that knew their dad John. So needless to say, you were able to assist Sam and Dean on countless jobs over the years. For the most part, the jobs went okay. Sure, you'd encounter the occasional cut or bruise here and there, but seeing how skilled you and the Winchester brothers were, death didn't seem like a risk you'd encounter...and boy were you wrong.

It all started on a job with a simple restlesss spirit haunting a house. Unfortunately, you had been somewhat reckless on the job. Mainly because you and Dean had gotten into a fight. And the fight was only a big deal, because you two were dating. One thing had led to another, and Dean had jumped in front of you and saved you from being killed. However, Dean was left injured. Severely injured. The doctors said he had a few weeks left at best before his heart would give out, and you and Sam both were devastated.

It was late at night and you and Sam were sitting in a motel room, talking about what to do about Dean, when a knock at the door surprised you both. To everyone's shock, it was Dean, looking like hell with how weak he was after he left the hospital on his own, but nonetheless, you and Sam both helped him inside.

"What? You wanted me to spend my days withering away in a hospital bed? No way." He says gruffly and bluntly.