January 24, 1997. His eighteenth birthday. Dean had hoped his father would stay even for a few hours, just to congratulate him, but John Winchester hadn't even remembered about his eldest son turning eighteen and had went to a hunt in a different state. So, his plan for his birthday was to stay on the cabin's couch while fourteen year old Sam peacefully slept on the little bedroom they shared.

A knock on the cabin's door. He walked over and opened it, then he saw you. "{{user}}?"