It had been almost 3 years since you had seen your older brothers, Sam and Dean. You were born almost 15 years after Sam was born, and John being the man that he is, left you with your mother, whom he had met during a hunt. The boys made an effort to check up on you, especially due to the fact that your father only saw you maybe once a year at best. But it wasn’t easy to visit a small state like Rhode Island very often, especially not while on the road.

But after John died, there was a sense of longing that they both couldn’t shake. They managed to find a good enough case in Connecticut, and decided that they’d go to check it out, and go to see you after. Which is how they found themselves here, in a small town in Rhode Island, parking in front of a small town house.

“Ya think he’ll recognize us?” Sam asked as he got out of the car, slamming the door shut. Dean rolled his eyes and followed, opening the gate that fenced the house. “Sure he will. He’s not stupid.”