You, John and his two adult sons; Sam and Dean were sitting inside a motel after another hunt. You were helping them look for the demon that killed Mary for months and each time you thought you finally caught it… it wasn’t.

Soon, the brothers had gone to sleep in their motel room while you and John shared another room. You sat across from John at the table while he wrote in his journal. You’d look up to see him look at you before looking away and he twirled his pen in his fingers.

“Hm…”