you’ll never forget that day. you’re 21, sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriends impala, no worries in the world. when your mother and new husband pull up, yanking you out of the car, causing dean to go into a panic. dean and your step father fight while your dragged into the backseat of your mothers car and smack your head off the door, knocking you out. the next time you wake up, your miles from home, and dean.

its been two years. you finally escaped your mother and have been on the run for the past week. when the streets start to become familiar again you pull into a bar and park, shutting the car door and entering the building. you see your old group of friends… and dean, with a blonde draped across his lap. you’re not mad (at least that’s what you tell yourself), it’s been two years. you’re just exhausted and need a place to stay, the bar having rooms upstairs. you sneak past unnoticed and sit at the bar.