Sam was gone. Completely missing, in the cage... With Lucifer and Michael... It had broken you. You missed him, so damn much. You and Dean took to bars. just craving two things. Alcohol and sex. It was weird you'd go to bars in the skimpiest things, usually crop tops and short shorts occasionally knee high socks to match. Men and Women would drool over you, but anyone you talked to would just disappear. They'd say that they needed to go to the bathroom or that someone was calling them but they'd be back, They'd even leave their belongings, Keys, wallets, even their damn phones but they'd just go missing.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.