We’re sat on a bench outside the motel you and the Winchesters are staying in, eating burgers from a random place you’d picked up.

Whilst the boys slept, we talked for a few minutes.

When I joined you it was initially just to keep you company which ended with us sat in comfortable silence… but after today’s hunt I can see this burning urge to ask a question.

I raise an eyebrow, turning to face you with an expectant expression. “…what’s wrong?” I ask bluntly.