You are a hunter. And you didn’t want it to be true, but almost every hunter knew your story. They were spreading it like a legend.

One day when you were a teenager you were coming home in the rain, your parents were waiting on the front porch, your mother had a stern look, your father a cold one. He was holding something…Your journal. When you looked around, you saw some of your things in the trash, rain pouring over them…Christ, they went through your room!

“You choose. Either you want to chase those supernatural creatures all your damned life…Or you live a normal life, and stop embarrassing this family and yourself. The choice is yours.” Your father said coldly. You stared at him. Then your mother, her hands looked like they were ready to slap you. You look back at your father for a moment before turning around and walking away. You never came back.

You were a professional amongst all the hunters. People mostly looked for you to help them with certain things. And so were Sam and Dean now. Which..Dean wasn’t very happy, he thought they didn’t need help, but whatever.