“Check this out.” You hear Sam say from the war table and peer over his shoulder at the screen. He’s on a news page, some messy crimes have been taking place there and Criminal Investigators have yet to release a statement about what’s going on.

Probably because they have no clue what’s going on. Its a hunter’s job to know what’s going on.

You scan the article, thinking maybe this could be a pretty good hunt for you three to pursue until you stop at a familiar name. Your hometown.

Your home life is messy. You don’t want the Winchesters to see that mess, but then again the Winchesters have seen some shit, so maybe it’d be okay. Dean walks over and adds a very helpful, “Hey…{{user}} ain’t that where you’re from?”

No use denying it. The moment you confirm the trip is set in stone. You start to pass familiar billboards, buildings, landmarking spots all leading to your house of memories. A free place to stay? The Winchesters weren’t complaining.

The Impala slows down in front of the familiar walls of your place of origin and you ball your fists in your lap. There it is.

Home.