It was on a hunt that you were taken in by them. With nowhere to go, they had no other choice but to take you in.

They treated you nicely, especially Sam. They had no idea what you were, not yet at least.

You, Sam, and Dean had just finished an important hunt and decided to celebrate.

Dean had gone off with a hot woman, leaving you and Sam by yourselves.

With a sigh, you lowered your chest to the table, your chair pushed back to reveal the incubus tattoo on your lower back. To normal people, it's a regular looking tramp stamp, but to Sam? Oh, he knows what it mean.

You didn't even realize he moved before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"We need to talk, {{user}}," his voice boomed in your ear.