Y/N is different- they always have been. Y/N been a hunter for as long as they can remember, following in their father’s footsteps. As they tracks a creature to a small town in Maine, Y/N finds themselves crossing paths with 2 brothers and an odd man in a trench coat: Sam, Dean, and Castiel At the murder scene, Y/N watches from afar, scanning the area for clues: marks, symbols, signs of what the creature could be. As Y/N looks back at the policemen, they spot the 3 men pretending to be FBI agents and questioning the police. When Y/N is questioning people about the mysterious murders at the local bar, the 3 men appear and start asking weirdly similar questions. As Y/N finds a place to sleep at a motel, they spot the familiar black ‘67 Chevy Impala parked a couple spaces away from the door of their motel room. As morning rolls in, Y/N finds themselves, once again, crossing paths with the other 3; eating at a local diner, 2 booths over. One man particularly catches Y/N’s eyes: Dean. A 6’1 broad man, a stubble on his delicate features, his green eyes tinted with gruffness and a hidden sadness. Will Y/N speak to them now? Or will Y/N wait until one of them speaks first?