Youd grown up with the Winchester boys. Your dads worked together on occasion. Youd all grown up in motel rooms with greasy diner food and microwave meals. But you made do with what you had.

Lots of memories in small towns across the states. Eldora,Iowa where Sam skinned his knee and Dean almost had a panic attack. North bend Washington where you all went to the local arcade, bummed you didn’t win anything. Until Dean came back with a brown fluffy bear. Grumbling that he had to carry it at all.

But that was the past, you didn’t follow in your dad’s footsteps. You’d caught wind of Dean and Sam’s adventures. They were winchesters of course. Always finding trouble no matter where they are.

you’d made a good life for yourself. You lived in a nice house, alone. Sure, it was isolating. But you were never much of a people person.

your phone rung, a call that a Winchester was headed your way. Made by some pay phone in what you were guessing was the area code Seattle. You lived about fifty minutes out from there. So.. you waited.

A chime hummed along the halls as the doorbells ran through the halls. You got up. Met with a cocky grin, a leather jacket and Dean. His smile softened as he took you in.

“Wow. God you haven’t changed a bit.” he laughed, anyone else would see it as mocking. But you knew what he meant by it.