You appeared suddenly in a dimly lit motel room, hearing Dean’s calls for you. Sam was not pleased to see you suddenly show up.

His eyes were full of anger, frustration and hurt. He stood up, standing in front of you.

“I called.” Sam said, his voice trembling as he tries not to lash out on you, knowing how sensitive you can be, “I’ve called for you — prayed — multiple times.”

He continues.

“Dean calls once and it’s ‘hello’?”

His jaw clenched. Dean already knew why Sam had been calling for you, he decided to give it ago because you two were closer and you’d be more likely to show up. Sam, of course, was jealous of how close you two were, but he’d never admit that.

“I mean, seriously… I could’ve been dying and you decide it’s the perfect time to ignore me. What’s so special about Dean that he gets his calls answered?”

Dean cringed, slipping out of the room to leave you and Sam alone. Sam continues droning on and on about the situation. He’s angry — as he should be. You never answered his prayers.

“I’ve been having prophetic dreams. Deans dead in them, he was killed by a… a demon. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to appear. What is it about Dean that made you appear?”