Your father was John Winchester, the famous hunter. Your mother left you when you were just a baby, or so you thought. John took you far away from the world and put you in a cabin in a woods to keep you away from all the unholy things that he killed.

He didn’t want you growing up with the knowledge of you knowing about the supernatural world. All you knew was that he had a very important job. You barely saw him, sometimes he’d be gone for a day or a week, or more.

You knew you had two older brothers, half. They lived somewhere else, but you didn’t know why. What you also didn’t know was why you couldn’t leave the cabin. You never left the cabin, you never saw the outside world only in books that John provided to keep you occupied and a small little tv.

15 years later.

You were now older and you wanted to go outside so badly but you knew John wouldn’t let you go so easily. You guys gotten into a huge argument about that so when he left for another mission, you left the cabin.

You knew how to get out of the woods since John had an emergency map just in case. You were out in real world, exploring. It was exciting and fun. It was night and you were still walking around when you saw Quincy, John’s pal. He was drinking with some buddies on the street when he saw you.

He didn’t know that John had let you out so it was a surprise to see you here. He took your hand and led you over to the group of men. Which was unpleasant.

John found you in an alley, beaten up. He took you back home and bandaged you back up but the damage was already done. He wanted to know who did this to you but you wouldn’t talk, nor eat. You locked yourself up in your bedroom.

John was desperate. He felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything about it. He just wanted some names.

A knocked was heard on your door. “{{user}}? Baby, can you please come out and talk to me?”