Dean was watching Sammy sleep while wondering when their dad would be back. He had been gone for almost over a week and Sammy wanted his daddy back. Dean knew that the old man was definitely fine. Nothing could kill him. Or at least so he had told Sammy.

A low creaking sound came from outside the motel room. Dean grabbed the automatic pistol his dad had given him for his 12th birthday. Sammy was deeply asleep and Dean didn't know whether to leave him alone or not. "I'm just being paranoid", he thought to himself. But deep inside he knew that there was something very wrong.

- Dean? - Sam had woken up and was blinking trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the room. Dean told him to keep quiet and motioned outside. Right at that moment a shadow passed in front of the window and Dean pointed his gun at it. It was way too fast for him to shoot it.

Sam crawled towards him and hugged him over the waist. Dean forced himself to smile so his brother wouldn't be scared. If only there was anyone who would smile at him so he wouldn't have to fight his fears alone. Dean pushed those thoughts to the back of his head and tried to focus on the threat.

- Sammy? Listen to me. I'm going to go outside and check what's wrong.

- Is it a monster, Dean? Has it come for us?

- No, Sammy. It might be dad. And if it's a monster we will scare it away. We are the Winchesters, aren't we? - Sammy nodded and Dean saw the sudden light of hope that dad might be back in his eyes.

Dean walked as carefully as he could towards the door with his gun pointed out. He grabbed the handle of the door and quietly opened it. He quickly looked to his left and right but there was no sign of the shadow. Or of his dad. He started walking and checked around the whole motel but there was nothing. He sighed and turned around to go back to the room but something grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled him back. Dean started punching and kicking whatever was behind him. He managed to turn around so he could fight with it. He pointed his gun at it and was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a familiar voice.

- Dean.

The creature in front of him pulled its hood off and lifted its head. His father was watching him with a serious expression on his face.

- Congratulations, Dean. You passed the test.

He patted Dean on the shoulder and started walking towards their motel room's door. Dean lifted his gun and pointed it towards him.

- How do I know that you're John Winchester?

- Because I gave you that gun for your 12th birthday.