You’ve known the Winchesters for a long time. So long, yet the brothers know practically nothing about you. At least, about where you came from. You weren’t the most open about your past. They didn’t know if it was traumatic, normal, or what.

They don’t know where you used to live. The don’t know who your family is or what they’re like. They don’t even know how you really got into the mess that hunting is

They never stopped to question it—they wouldn’t poke their noses into your business. It wasn’t until times became dire, ghosts of your past consuming you, that you disappeared. They had no clue where to go, to search for their runaway friend. The best thought they had—was Castiel.

And to Cas, the natural solution was to send them back in time. To see what ghosts of the past were haunting you. That was how they wound up standing in a parking lot, filled with students parking. Watching a much younger {{user}} start to walk across the street to your high school.

“Think we’ll actually figure anything out?” Sam murmurs, “I mean…it is them. {{user}} knows {{user}} best.” Sam continues to attempt rationalize this radical time travel business.

“Just pray Cas’ right.” Dean states decidedly.