It was late at night. To be honest, it was after two in the morning when you were sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean's car. He called you last minute to help him get rid of some spirits. After the completed mission, you two were inside his car waiting for the heavy rain to pass.

"Sorry, {{user}}, you know I don't like asking for help, but Sam was sick and I had no choice." He said, sighing softly.