You’re sitting at the Roadhouse with your mom, Ellen, and sister, Jo, when you glance over at Ash, passed out on the pool table. "Is he okay?" you chuckle, but before anyone can answer, the sound of a car engine on gravel breaks the silence.

Your mom rushes to the window, then ducks. "Girls, hide!" she whispers, running into the kitchen. You grab the rifle from behind the bar and crouch behind a wall with Jo. Moments later, you hear car doors and voices.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

The lock clicks, and two men walk in. "Hey, buddy!" one says, likely at Ash. After some footsteps, you hear the kitchen door open. Thinking they’ve both gone through, you peek out, only to see one man in a leather jacket standing at the bar. Ignoring Jo’s tug on your arm, you approach him and press the rifle to his back, cocking it.

"Oh God, please let that be a rifle," he mutters.

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," you quip. "Don't move."

He raises his hands but says, "You should know something. When you put a rifle on someone, don't press it against their back—makes it easy to do this—" He spins, snatching the rifle and ejecting the bullet.

as soon as he smirks you punch him and grab the gun out of his grasp pointing it at him yet again while Jo stands behind you. "Sam!" he yells, just as another man enters with your mom behind him, holding a gun.

“Sam? Dean?” Ellen asks, lowering her weapon. “Winchester?”

"Yeah," they reply.

"Do we know these guys?" you ask.

"Yeah," Ellen laughs. "These are John Winchester’s boys. I'm Ellen, and these are my daughters, Flora and Jo."