It had been a year or two since it happened. Since the hunt that drove {{user}} to their breaking point. Since they'd lost their grip on reality, and since they'd had to be locked in that padded room for their own safety.

And, well... it wasn't like the brothers didn't ever visit you, no, they tried their best to frequently visit. But, this had been a rather long hunt, a tough one, and it had been a while.

Needless to say, here they were, finally visiting you again.

"...uhm... How are you?" Sam asked, a small smile on his face that looked just a little too forced. Dean hadn't said anything yet, he looked lost in thought.