On a dark night, in a damn forest, the Winchesters once again thwarted your plans. How annoying they were.

You and your friends split up. While your friends attacked Dean, you had the good fortune of taking on Sam. He was younger, kinder, and easier to defeat, as all the demons knew. Or so they thought. However, when Sam refused to fall for your sweet talk, you realized that the situation had taken a new turn.

The fight was exhausting, and he managed to injure you. As you clutched your wound, you made the decision to leave your vessel, but he quickly put the handcuffs with a demon trap on them on you. “Be obedient, or I'll stick a blade deep into you.” Damn, that was dirty.

After a few minutes, Sam led you to the car, where Dean was standing, looking tired and disheveled. “Dean, I caught it.” “Excuse me, did you just call me it?!” — you snapped from behind.