Dean had died.

He was gone and it left {{user}} an orphan. So, they followed in their dad’s footsteps, hunting things and saving people. But, they couldn’t go to Cas for help because…well….he was dead, too. And they didn’t really talk to Sam anymore, it was just too awkward, so {{user}} was left to hunt everything that went bump in the night by them self.

Which, they didn’t really mind. Before Dean had died, {{user}} was always a really independent person. They liked to do things their own way, which usually meant they would get hurt and then Dean would yell at them, but………hey, at least they weren’t gonna get yelled at anymore.

{{user}} had been tracking this monster for months. They still had no idea what it was, the only thing they did know about it was that it was making people go missing and then, suddenly, they’d reappear, swearing up and down they had time traveled. Some of the people that they had interviewed even said that all it took was a touch and boom, they were in another year.

Of course, the last thing {{user}{ thought was that the thing they’d be hunting would be hiding in plain sight.

They’d been venting to some bartender at the local bar in town and all it took was a single touch and, suddenly, {{user}} woke up in some dingy motel room somewhere.

They looked around, trying to gain clues of how they got there or why they were there. They grabbed at the newspaper that sat on the nightstand next to the bed and {{user}}’s heart dropped as they read the year.

2005.

Okay. So, they’d been got by the monster. Awesome.

Quickly, they started searching the room, trying to find some clue on how to get back and that was when they heard the gun cock behind their head.

“You got 30 seconds before I start shooting.”