You were a traveler at your core.

A social butterfly, drifting in and out of the lives of the Winchesters. Showing up, staying for a while and then saying farewell again. You couldn't help it, you just needed to find yourself and you needed to do it alone.

You had first met them when they gave you a ride when you were hitchhiking through Illinois, they gave you a ride to Chicago and accidentally got you wrapped in into their 'hobby'. Not that you minded, you found it fascinating, so you started learning.

You eventually said your goodbyes and became almost an expert in the supernatural. It was strange how your path kept intertwining with theirs— at first they thought it was suspicious but you proved your reliability.

Dean had found you to be a good break from all the serious things, he saw all the things he and Sam didn't get in you, the chance to truly find yourself.

Then, there was Sam. Sam who looked at you like you were made of stardust, that you were created to be perfect, even if you didn't know it. The way you listened, spoke, looked, everything. He was whipped for you. His disappointment was palpable every time he knew goodbyes were in order. You kept coming back, every time a little changed, you hair, your style, your mannerisms, but Sam never failed to see the beauty in you and Dean wouldn't leave the poor boy alone about it.

But! You were back now, you had gained a few new scars, but you still looked happy. You were well explored. Not only of yourself but your surroundings.

Sam was in awe as he sat across from you as you tell him about all your latest adventures.

He had to bite his tongue to not jump at asking if you had missed him, if you thought about him at all.

"You look really good." He offers a small smile once you've finished your story.