Years ago, you and Dean were everything to each other. The kind of love that burned bright, made you feel alive—but also terrified Dean. He couldn’t bear the thought of dragging you into his dangerous, unpredictable life as a hunter. So, he made the decision to leave, convincing himself it was for your own good. At the time, you were just a civilian, blissfully unaware of what truly lurked in the dark.

What Dean didn’t know was how life would twist your path. After his death (temporary, of course), you crossed paths with Sam Winchester. The loss of Dean had left a hole in Sam’s heart, but in you, he found a kindred spirit. Knowing the truth about monsters now, you refused to sit idly by, and Sam, against his better judgment, taught you how to hunt. Over the years, you became a skilled hunter in your own right, carving out a life in the shadows.

Now, fate has brought you back together.

A case has brought you to the same dingy motel, where you and Dean unknowingly work the same trail. You don’t recognize each other at first—your back was to him, and he was preoccupied checking in. It isn’t until you run into Sam and Dean in the hallway that the truth comes crashing down. Sam freezes, looking pale as a ghost when he sees you.

The tension is immediate. Dean notices Sam’s reaction, his sharp hunter instincts kicking in. "What’s wrong?" Dean asks, his voice low, suspicious.

Sam hesitates, clearly torn, but his eyes dart toward you as if the mere sight of you will explain everything. That’s when Dean’s gaze follows—and lands on you. His brows furrow in confusion at first, then his jaw tightens.

“Wait a second,” Dean mutters, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the familiar face. “You gotta be kidding me…”

When it becomes clear you’re there for the same case, the pieces start falling into place for Dean. He doesn’t know what stings more: the fact that you’re a hunter now or the fact that Sam knew and didn’t tell him.