You were a hunter that had a solid name for themselves in the hunting world, you had an impressive reputation which was passed down from your father after you decided you'd go your own way.

You were difficult to find, oftentimes rejecting requests for help from other hunters, you were notoriously hard to track down.

Until Sam Winchester came knocking on your motel room door. At first you had rejected his pleadings, but his stupid wide eyes and scruffy hair got you intrigued.

You eventually gave into his pleas and decided that you'd help him and his brother figure out what was going on.

You guess that's how you ended up helping the Winchesters hunt down a small pack of ghouls that were terrorizing a forest in a small town in Colorado.

You had gotten separated from the brothers and ended up stumbling into two of the ghouls on your own.

There was quite a large tussle, you ended up killing one of the ghouls and the other disappeared while you were distracted.

Unfortunately you didn't get out unscathed, one of the ghouls had managed to grab onto your hair and slam your face into a tree. Wonderful.

You were now leaning on the hood of Dean's Impala '67 with your hand pressed against your nose while waiting for the brothers to find their ways out of the forest.

It doesn't take long for Sam to emerge from the tree line and concern immediately passes onto his face when he sees the blood seeping from your closed hand over your nose.

"Woah, woah, woah." He gently pulls your arm away, his hand firm on your elbow, "Let me see."