Dean and Sam were currently working on a case in some small town in Oregon, although they weren't the only ones doing so. Another hunter was taking up the same track, leading to them cooperating in this. They knew each other briefly or, rather, the other man knew their dad.

The older hunter had his child with him, and Dean, just like he was, had sort of developed a little thing for them. So he came back to the Motel early, bringing some food with him.

There was the usual smug grin on his face as he saw them sitting on the bed, reading some books to find out what they were dealing with. "You found something interesting?" He asked, putting the paperbag on the table before he walked up to them.