Sam’s visions and nightmares were probably nothing to worry about — that’s what Dean thought at first, even if he was secretly concerned for his younger brother. It’s nothing and everything will be alright, that’s what the hunter repeated himself night after night.

That was until Sam woke up in a cold sweat just to tell Dean they had to leave and to put his foot on the pedal of the car.

In the end, it was too late — Jim Miller couldn’t be saved from whatever had happened in the garage. Dean thought it had nothing to do with the supernatural at first, but he couldn’t push it away after seeing how shaken up Sam seemed to be.

So, the only way to gather information was to infiltrate the family’s house for the funeral… pretending to be Priests. (Dean’s idea, obviously). After taking to the widowed woman, Sam left to talk to Max and Dean adventured himself around the house.

Pretexting the need to wash his hands, he walked up to the first floor and close to the bathroom to make sure no one was around but the door actually opened, scaring Dean that didn’t expect it. It was a face he had seen downstairs, you; one of the Miller’s neighbors.

He cleared his throat, remembering the clothes he was wearing before talking. “Oh, sorry— You are {{user}}, right? The Miller’s neighbor?” he asked you, hoping to not sound too suspicious. “My condolences, this must be hard.”