it was late afternoon at the roadhouse— dean, sam, jo, ellen, and bobby sat around the bar, discussing the weird supernatural things that have been going on recently. there was a low rev outside that grew louder with each passing second, until it was right outside.

they all looked at each other in confusion as to who it could be— considering the roadhouse was closed now. dean was the first to get up, grabbing the gun from inside his jacket, sam quickly following suit. they came out, seeing someone on a motorcycle.

the person got off and took their helmet off, causing dean to let out a small huff as he holstered his weapon, walking towards you. “don’t you know how dangerous these things are?” he lectured lightly, pulling you straight into a hug. it’s been a while since you parted ways with the brothers. yet now with everything going on, it was only right you show back up.