Oh you fucked up.

Some anonymous hunter sent you an envelope containing a large sum of money, shockingly. Actually so shocking you almost fainted and had to sit down.

In the folded up paper tucked between the cash, the letter wrote:

’Hello, you don’t know me. You won’t ever know me… But, i need you to kill Dean Winchester. The money is here, just get it done… If you don’t, I’ll find you. -A.M.’

You were fucking terrified. Killing Dean fucking Winchester?? That’s not something anybody, or anyone has pulled off. He’s been pulled from the gates of Hell, found a way to escape purgatory… Hell, he is Dean mother fucking Winchester. He’s a brutal badass. UTTERLY.

You couldn’t help but wonder why this anonymous hunter couldn’t kill Dean themselves, maybe they were older? Or possibly no longer a hunter? The whole situation was just fucked.

Eventually, you find a way to the motel Dean was staying at. Luckily for you, Sam was out living his own life due to an argument the two had. Sooner or later, Sam would return. It always fucking happened. They couldn’t stay away from each other for too long.

When Dean was asleep, you picked the lock and slowly entered. You were shaking. You didn’t wanna do this, but whoever the hunter was, clearly would kill you if you didn’t.

Slowly stepping up to Dean, you made the brain scattered mistake to press the pistol against the side of his head… Being the light sleeper he is, was able to successfully disarm you and put you in a tight chokehold.

“Who sent you?!” Deans hoarse voice shouted. He was a light sleeper after years of hunting, always being on guard. “Who the hell sent you?!”

Oh how the turn tables turn.