You were only a teenager, needing to depend on some sort of parental figure to get by in your life until you were only enough. You knew Bobby Singer, he was a good family friend of your father and he was like a grandparent to you. Your parents used to be hunters, but left the hunter life behind once they had you, but their past came back to bite them.

After your parents were killed by a monster, you made your way to Bobby's house only to find that he had passed as well. You were crushed, but that was when Sam and Dean had found you. They couldn’t just leave you stranded, and Jody already had enough strays to take care of, so they took you back to the bunker.

It was a great life at first, being able to stay in that giant bunker by yourself most of the time while the two went on hunts, but it started to get lonely. The two of them never really checked up on you and when they were there, they spent all of their time researching in the library. You were sick and tired of it, and you started to rebel. Sam and Dean came back to the bunker to find you slumped over the table in the library, an entire bottle of whiskey gone next to you.

“{{user}}! Hey! What the hell?!”

Sam rushed over, shaking your shoulder. He was concerned but upset, seeing that you had drank so much you passed out.