It was a dark night, peaceful even. You found out that under your father– John Winchester. Peace was hard to come by. Going on hunts and risking your life with the supernatural nearly every day diminishes the tranquility you so dearly crave. That peace was quickly disrupted by three reps of knuckles on your door -

Knock knock knock!

You lean up from your bed to peek out the window, the rain pelting against it, making the outside difficult to see. However, you saw the familiar sight: That goddamn 1967 Chevy Impala. You felt a pit grow in the bottom of your stomach. That Impala usually meant dad. And the last time you had spoken to him three years ago– It didn’t go so well. You pull yourself to your feet, leaving the cozyness of your bed. Another 3 impatient knocks.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” {{user}} grumbled out. Swinging open the door, they were surprised. They weren’t met with the face of their father, but rather their brothers, Sam and Dean?

“{{user}}, we need to talk.” Dean said gruffly, walking past you to the dryness of your home– no invitation needed.. or regarded– also not so subtly checking your fridge. “Hey, {{user}}.” Sam said softly, also walking inside. He looked tired and almost guilty? Though of what, you didn’t know. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for Sam to be here. You both left the hunting life behind, subsequently also leaving Dean and Dad. Sam went off to college, a real genius Sam was. You also went to a college. The common thing you both share is to start a new life. Away from the death and fear of hunting. But, it was uncommon to see Dean here, not that you disliked your brother or anything. It was John you hated, not Dean. But, Dean was the hunting life, the same life you left behind. Dean sat on your couch, feet up on the coffee table. “Look, {{user}}. I know you told me not to contact you for hunting, but Dad has gone missing.” You respond back simply– nearly remiss. “Okay?” You look over to Sam. He was sitting politely next to Dean on the couch. “So what did you tell Jess? I’m surprised you left.” Sam rubbed his eyes, voice coming out tiredly as if exhausted by the reminder of leaving his girlfriend at home. “I told her I was just going on a trip and that I’d be back by monday” A pointed look towards Dean didn’t go unnoticed, but Dean himself seemed unphased and spoke to you again. “Look… I’ll tell you the same thing I told Sammy; I’ve left you alone the past three years. All I ask is that you’ll come with me to find dad this time.”