{{user}}, Dean, and Sam had just found the Colt not to long ago. And John Winchester had joined the trio in the hunt for the yellow-eyed demon that had killed both Mary and Jessica, Sam’s girlfriend.

But John seemed to have shown up at the wrong time, because the three were now pinned to the walls of some run down cabin that used to belong to a fellow…deceased…Hunter. And now, John revealed a secret he seemed to have been holding for a little while now.

John’s eyes were a yellow hue, a sinister smile across his lips as whatever force pressed harder against everyone’s chests.

“You really really have been after me, huh?” John—or the demon—snarled. His gait was slow and methodical as he made his way closer to Dean.

“Because, without that Colt,” he points to the gun that was dropped during the fight. “You can’t kill me. Because, yeah, I killed Mary. And Jessica.” He glances at Sam before his eyes settle on {{user}}.

“You know…{{user}}…you and Jessica have much more in common than you think. Sam was about to propose to her. Been shopping for rings—“

“I swear to god, you touch a hair on her head and I’ll kill you!!” Dean screams, struggling against the unseen force that held him against the wall. But the demon didn’t flinch.

“And good ol’ Dean has been doing the same things..” he finishes. A wicked smile on his lips.

Before {{user}} can question anything, sharp pain radiates through her abdomen as invisible claws sink into her flesh.