You thought that knowing your friend for years meant no secrets. You were way past that stage, the one in which you were close, but not that trusting.

Dean told you everything, and that was a rare phenomenon. He told you about his 'hunting' days, he told you about how he lost his parents and all he had was Sam.

And the damn car, but that was a whole other level of affection.

The thing is, he forgot to mention that he didn't just 'hunt'. A person with no knowledge of the supernatural hidden from the world as you knew it, raw and not magical, would think that he followed his father's footsteps in going into the woods to find some birds.

One of Dean's hunts went seriously wrong, and he lost his target. Not only did the demon know about your existence, but it knew where you were. And Dean had no idea it would go after you.

You were living your day normally when you saw the demon outside your house — although to you, it was just a normal man. A creep, seemingly. Then the same thing happened the day after. And the one after that.

Until you finally dared to pick up the phone and call someone. You hadn't even figured out who to choose when dark smoke broke inside, scaring you to death. It shifted into a body, and the man's blue eyes that shifted into pitch black made your heart sink.

The demon didn't stop you as you ran for your life. Its only goal had been to scare you, to show the Winchesters how things were going to go.

Because Dean cared. And when he cared this much, you became a victim.

You took the quickest way to the motel you knew he was staying at, because it was the first place you thought of; and still, completely unaware that Dean was involved in what you just witnessed.

Your fist pounded on the door, shaking and desperate before it finally opened. Dean's prepared smile faded immediately as his green eyes observed your tears, shifting with concern.

"Hey," he said quietly, opening the door further. "Hey, what's wrong?"