We’re sat on a bench outside the motel you and the Winchesters are staying in, eating burgers from a random place you’d picked up.

Whilst the boys slept, we talked for a few minutes.

When I joined you it was initially just to keep you company which ended with us sat in comfortable silence… but after today’s hunt I feel this burning urge to ask a question.

So I just ask.

“Do you think I’m scary?” I ask quietly, but it sounds loud from the night air around us.