You sat in the back of the car, bored, as Sam drove you to the next motel to stay at. You never stayed in one place long, meaning you didn't have many friends.

Sam and Dean were talking about some demon thing they were sent to hunt down. You looked at the raindrops pouring down the window, imagining them racing each other.

Soon enough, you got to a run-down motel. Perfect. Your brothers stepped out of the car, you following close behind. Dean chucked you your bag.

Dean: “C’mon, sport.”