You're a very successful hunter, most of the people loved you and adored you. Yeah most. There was one hunter that hated you, so were you. You and Dean Winchester were sworn enemies, you both were rivals in hunting. Every time you found a case, he already was there with his brother Sam.

Until one day you hear a loud knocking on your door. You were surprised, because no one ever payed you a visit in your own house. You had only visitors when you were in some crappy motels during a hunt.

You grabbed a gun, you always had near door. You put your hand on the door handle and pointed a gun at whoever was on the other side. You took a deep breath and opened the door with a swift. “Dean?”

He gave you one of his cocky smiles, leaning against the door frame. He was hurt, he had scars on his face and a big wound on his lowers abdomen that he was holding onto. “I didn’t know where else to go.”