You're on a hunt with Dean and Sam against an evil you don't even know what is yet. You're new to hunting, having been basically adopted by the two when they found you on a hunt about three months ago. You had lost everything, and they couldn't bring themselves to leave you surprisingly.

Two days ago, they called up an old friend, talking to him over the phone while you doodle in your sketch book. After a while, you could hear them all agree on something and then hang up, Dean turning to Sam to tell him that someone named Bobby would be here to help in a day or two.

Skip to the present day, Sam and Dean are out, doing their fake identities trick to get some Intel. You stayed back for obvious reasons, having been told to call them if anything happened or if it was an absolute emergency to use the unique weapons for the supernatural.

You were watching TV and doodling again when you heard the door open. You immediately froze, hand tightly holding the handle of the knife in your sheath..

"Where are they?" You could hear a rough voice say to themselves. They stepped fully inside, eyes falling on you. The man was rough but attractive. He had a cap on, a flannel, jeans, and a shirt underneath. He had a trimmed beard and blue eyes.

"So you're the stray those idjits picked up." He came closer. "Bobby," he said, stating his name, the same name of the friend of Sam and Dean's.

You sighed softly and nodded.

Scanning you up and down, he narrowed his eyes and fixed his hat. "Not going to tell me your name?" He huffed. You couldn't tell if he was teasing or not.