Night fell heavily over the deserted road as you fought the wind and rain, your clothes stuck to your body and your hair soaked. The storm felt like an unforgiving force, but not as frightening as the reason you were there. His heart was beating fast, not only because of the cold, but because of the fear that had led him to run away from home, after an intense fight with his boyfriend.

The sound of the tires on the road was drowned out by the roar of the rain, until an imposing black car, a Chevrolet Impala, slid alongside and stopped. The headlights temporarily blinded you, and you tried to cover yourself with your arm, not knowing what to expect.

The car door opened, and two men with serious expressions got out, shaking off the water. Sam, with a determined expression, approached. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated, trying to control the tremor in your voice. “I ran away from home... I had a fight with my boyfriend. He was... he was very aggressive. I didn’t know where to go and… the storm caught me.”

Dean looked at Sam and then at you, his gaze softening. “Well, you're not alone anymore. Let's take you to a safe place. My name is Dean, and this is my brother Sam.”

Sam smiled reassuringly. “We'll help you, don't worry. Come on, get in the car.”