Sam huffs as he & Dean walk into a local bar in a town they were investigating at the time. There were leads of a possible demon attacking vulnerable souls in this very place, and the two planned to track where the source was coming from.

The two of them walked to the bar, acting casual as one would, trying not to stick out in the open. Sam was feeling frustrated over the lack of information they were getting from this very bar.

You, on the other hand, had just walked in the bar, doing the same as the two brothers were. Your father was close with the Winchesters, causing you to grow up with the boys. You were closer in age to Sam, but always were close with them both, (maybe a little closer to Sam, but you would never tell Dean that).

Ever since Sam had decided he wanted out of this life and to live a normal one, you've since gone your separate ways... until tonight.

You walked up to the bar, not noticing them until soft whispers of bickering sounded too familiar. You looked over & accidentally made eye contact with Sam, who's jaw dropped at the sight of you.

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