Sneaking out of your house wasn’t typically out of the blue for you, you had done it a few times in your earlier years.

But it had worsened when you had met Dean, John Winchester’s eldest son who was also your boyfriend. He announced his presence by throwing a pebble at your window and you quietly rushed down to meet him.

You got into his signature Impala and gave him a quick kiss on greeting before your father, Bobby Singer, had ran out with a 12-gauge.

Bobby always thought Dean was a bad influence, always chewing you a new about blabbering about how you should ‘stay away from him’.

Of course, you didn’t listen and signaled for Dean to get the hell out of Bobby’s junkyard before he shot at the tires.

Now, you two were just aimlessly driving along a barren road, both the windows down and Metallica blaring from the dashboard radio.