The thing that killed your family was still out there. You’d dubbed it a dreamwalking spirit that possessed your brother and had him kill your mom and youngest sister, as his twin and your father were already dead. After that, you never saw it again. Not a sign, until seven years later, when you were twenty six in 2005, same age as Dean.

You and Dean had dated for a while when you were both twenty one, but you broke it off when Dean was being told by John that he had to leave. You broke it off with him, telling him that he needed to stand up for himself someday, like you’d done to your deceased father. Set his own terms, but he refused, unable to deny John’s demands.

But now, there was a resurface, and you knew it. You were a skilled hunter, the best out there as your father was the best of his generation, but you couldn’t do this one alone. You just knew that thing was coming back to finish the job.

So you rang up the first person you thought of. Dean. But as you were waiting for him, you were catching up with your boyfriend, Xavier, at the police station while in wait for them to find you. Even though you knew seeing Dean and Sam would stir up memories that you’d rather bottle.