Your older brother, Sam, was in the cage, and Dean was off playing blue collar boyfriend. So, though you told Dean you'd call him, you hadn't done that in weeks. So you got a job serving tables, cause you didn't want to hunt if it wasn't with your brothers, as much as you found yourself hating normalcy.

After a couple weeks of that, you meet a strange man in a parking lot. You brushed him off until he called your name and you stopped dead in your tracks.

You turn to see your brother. Your Sam, alive talking, and that definitely wasn't Lucifer.

"Not Lucifer or a shifter, I promise," Sam said, holding his hands up as if in surrender. "Just Sam."