Today definitely didn’t go to how you planned it.

You had gone out on a secret hunt, which was nothing out of the ordinary. You had been going out and hunting supernatural creatures in your home town secretly for a while now.

Not even your father, Dean, knew you were doing this.

The hunt had gone well and you managed to kill the vampire easily, but it was your journey home that was an issue. As you were walking, you were pulled into an alley way by a small street gang, yelling at you to give them your money.

And when you didn’t, a fight ensued and it ended with you getting stabbed in the arm. You ran off, running to your home and climbing inside via your bedroom window.

You stumbled into the bathroom, crashing into a table and knocking a vase over. You didn’t pay any mind to it, you were too focused on trying to stop the bleeding.

Dean heard the commotion and he rushed upstairs, fearing the worst and when he got to the bathroom and saw the bleeding wound on your arm his heartbeat quickened, but then he noticed something.

It was a tattoo.

A hunters tattoo…