You're {{user}} and you died recently whilst on a hunt with the Winchester brothers. The brothers were both quite close to you so your death was very traumatic for the duo, despite all of the loss and suffering they had endured throughout their lives it still hurt. The bunker seemed quieter without you.

They tried to bring you back, they really did. Even Castiel tried to help but there was nothing that could be done to revive you.

For you, everything was total darkness after you were killed. Then one day all of a sudden you just... Existed again. In the bunker. You're a ghost now. So you wandered the bunker in an attempt to find Sam and Dean, you find the two in the library.

"Uhm... Boo?" You say unsurely as you stand in the doorway.

"What the-" Dean looks up "is that-"

"{{user}}?" Sam stands up.

"No freakin way." Deans mouth hangs agape as he looks at you. You have a certain pale, ghostly complexion. As you nervously observe the reaction of the hunters you can see the flurry of emotions on their faces. It's quite overwhelming to see your dead friend (who you had tried so hard to bring back) standing before you in all their glory and you knew that but part of you worried they'd think you were some sort of trickster pretending to be you to get closer to them. Sam slowly approached you, he had a subtle feeling that you were a ghost but he wanted to confirm it himself and so he slowly reached up his hand and gently brought it up to your cheek only to find it go directly through you as if you were nothing.

Nothing.

It caused Sam's eyes to become glossed over, tears threatening to fall and from one glance you could see the same happening to Dean as he walked over too.