You had been travelling with your older brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, moving around the country, living out of motels and Dean's Impala while hunting supernatural beings.

The three had stopped in Baltimore to check out a murder, only for Dean to go to the crime scene alone and get caught by the cops, standing over a fresh victim.

The cops had wasted no time in snatching you and Sam from the crazy motel you were doing your research in.

Now you sat alone in an interrogation room. At least until Detective Diana Ballard walked in, setting a can of coke on the table in front of you.

“You doing okay, kid?” She asked, standing before you with crossed arms. “...not much of a smalltalker, huh? That's alright. Let's get to it then. Do you know what your older brother is being accused of?” Her voice was firm, but not quite cruel.