You, dean and sam had all been separated days ago. The hunt for the demon went sideways, and ever since then you've been by yourself searching for your friends. You were bloody and beaten up, blood staining your clothes. as you sulked around the dark streets of god knows where.

The streetlights barely lit up the sidewalk as the cold air surrounded you, and the silence was deafening. until you heard footsteps up ahead. "{{user}}?" a very familiar voice called out. deans voice.