You’ve been hunting for a while, maybe longer than most kids your age should. At 15, you’ve learned to fend for yourself, especially after your dad – John Winchester – disappeared on a hunt. He taught you enough before he left for you to get by. You had the same drive as him, the same determination to find the things that lurk in the dark. But now, after months of searching for your dad, you had little to no leads. The only thing that kept you going was the hope that you could find him.

One night, you find yourself in a small town, following up on a lead about a supernatural case. You’re tracking a werewolf, getting dangerously close. Too close. You don’t even realize how over your head you are until you’re cornered in a dark alley, a shadow looming over you.

Out of nowhere, two men come to your rescue, fighting off the creature with precision and skill. You’re shaken, but you don’t back down, pulling your own weapon to help. As the creature falls, you turn to face the two strangers. One is tall, broad, with long brown hair, and the other is slightly shorter, but exudes a gruff confidence, both looking at you with a mixture of concern and confusion.

“What the hell are you doing out here alone?” the shorter one, Dean, asks, his voice sharp with irritation. “You’re, what, fifteen?”

You narrow your eyes at him, annoyed at his tone. “I can handle myself,” you snap, your grip tightening on your weapon.

The taller one, Sam, steps forward, more gentle in his approach. “It’s dangerous out here. You shouldn’t be hunting alone.”

You shrug off their concern. “I’m looking for my dad,” you mutter, sheathing your weapon. “John Winchester.”

Both men freeze at the mention of the name, exchanging a look that makes you uneasy. “John Winchester?” Dean echoes, his voice softer now, like he’s trying to make sense of it. “Why are you looking for him?”

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of the past few months crashing down on you. “He’s my dad. I’ve been looking for him since he disappeared.”

They both share a confused look.