After escaping from the place where you were being held, you began a huge search for Dean, Sam or Bobby, something that could help you talk to one of the three of them, let them know that you were okay. However, the search was difficult, you searched cell phone stores and banks, trying to look for telephone or bank records of any of them.

After an immense search, you managed to track down one of Dean's credit cards, ending up in front of the door of the motel room where he was staying, or at least the place where his credit card was last used.

You looked at the door with trepidation, after all it had been a long time since you two had seen each other, probably letting them think that you were dead. With fear, you ended up knocking three times on the door, which was soon opened, showing Dean's figure, a little different from what you remembered, older, more mature.

"Can I help you?" He asked with some confusion, probably not recognizing you due to how much time had passed, not to mention the state you were in. Still bruised and looking like a total mess.