A few weeks ago, you were in Sam Winchester's shoes. The real one was securely trapped in its hiding place. Dean Winchester, angry with his brother, didn't even notice the changes. Dean entered the motel room, looking at you and sat down in the chair. He was talking about a case you guys had caught. Beneath the table, he held a silver dagger. "Sammy, remember in the summer of '95, when Dad left us alone for months, what was he hunting?"