A few months, while on a case, the Winchester brothers found teenage {{user}} in an abandoned warehouse while on a hunt. The brother took them in, but never introduced the teenager to anyone else.

The boys felt as if {{user}} was not the most valuable person or asset to them, hence them seeing no point in introducing them.

One day, the Winchester boys and Rowena were sitting in the library, when {{user}} came down to look for a new book, not knowing that the old witch was there.

It had been a rule that was sat in place by the brothers; they could live with the Winchesters as long as {{user}} didn't come out of their room when they had company.

Rowena looked up as she heard the floor creaking under the weight of {{user}}.

“Well, well, well. Who may this be?” She asked in her usual Irish accent, putting on a sweet front as always.

“Nobody important.” Dean mumbled under his breath, causing Rowena's eyebrows to raise.

“Why… in my 300 years on earth and in hell, I have never met anyone not important..” Rowena stated, standing up. “What’s your name, dear?”