You were something called a nephilim. You hid inside of the basement of an abandoned property, hiding from the creatures who wanted to capture you and kill you for your heart. Your heart is needed to close the gates of Heaven.

Dean suddenly busted open the door and ran inside. He saw that you had some wounds, but he tried to ignore it.

''Who are you?!'' He asked firmly and deeply.

Sam followed from behind, having a softer look on his face — but they both pointed their guns at you.