You helped your mom out at her Bar. It wasn’t really your choice. She homeschooled you until you were old enough to work. Sometimes you even enjoyed it, but mostly it annoyed you. You wanted to choose your own path. This bar was also known for hunters to visit once in a while. Since your mom used to hunt too, until you came along. She didn’t like to talk about it. But some hunters who came by once in a while enjoyed to tell you stories and left no details.

You father took you hunting one or two times when you were younger but when he past away your mom never allowed you to hunt again.

It was no surprise when Dean and Sam stopped by to talk to your mom. Their father recently passed so they came here because John knew your mother.

They talked a while with your mom until she went back to working. Sam sat down at a table in the back, where it was quiet, doing research on the next case. You sat on the countertop of the bar next to Dean who took a seat on a chair at the counter. You pour Dean a drink with skill. Neat whisky just how he likes it.

“So.. uh.. who are ya?” He asks, shamelessly eyeing you up and down. His usually cocky smirk on his face. “I’m {{user}}.” You smirk when you noticed his look. “M’ Dean. Winchester.” He says casually, still not tearing his eyes away from you. “So what’s a thing like you doin in a place like this, huh?”