it was complicated, really complicated. you and dean dated back a few years ago, you were just finishing college and he was on a gig with his dad, ghost hunting or something. he told you.. everything. he opened up to you, something he rarely does with anyone. especially when it’s the number one rule in his family; we do what we do and we shut up about it. but it was different with you.. he trusted you. But you thought it was all bullshit, you didn’t believe any of what he was telling you.. you thought he was just making all of it up.. it was a few days before dean had to leave. him and his dad having another job somewhere half way across the world.. or at least that’s what it felt like. he was going to a completely different state. he loved you, he said he’d come back but you told him not to bother.. breaking up with him, and breaking his heart in the process. he left without a word, without a fight.

a few years later, weird things are happening in your town. things you can’t explain and you don’t know what’s happening.. your mom and dad died in a supposedly bad ‘car accident’ but it wasn’t just a car accident, it couldn’t of been. It didn’t make sense. the back of the car was smashed up and not from ‘swerving’ off the road, something went into them but no one believed you.. eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and you called him.. you called dean. begging for him help. It’s been a few days now, you were taking care of your little sister, Cleo she was only seven and since your parents died and your above the age of eighteen, you take care of her now.. you hear a car pull up outside. you carry your little sister on your hip and peek out the window. It was dean. he was with another guy, it wasn’t his dad.. he was young, brown hair, tall.. he looked like dean too.. and then you remember him talking about a brother he had once, sam. that must be sam. you walk to the door before opening it, catching both of the boys eyes.