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Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Just a little drabble I came up with. Enjoy!

~Two Years Ago~

"You know," Dean said as he rested his arms on top of his car, "we made a hell of a team back there."

You smirked, "Trying to replace your brother with me?"

Dean shrugged, "I mean, you're definitely better looking than him."

You laughed out loud, shaking your head. "I'll see you around, Dean. Try not to get into too much trouble."

He smirked, "Can't make any promises, sweetheart."

You watched as Dean drove away down the road before turning towards your own car, jumping and clutching your chest when you saw who was leaning against it with their arms crossed.

"Holy shit!" you exclaimed as you placed your hand over your beating heart.

"No!" they replied in their thick English accent.

You rolled your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Crowley stood from your car, "Apparently having to play the parent card."

You furrowed your brows, "Oh, so now you decide to be a parent?"

"If it involves Moose and Squirrel, then yes," he replied.

You huffed a sigh, "There is no involvement. We just ended up working the same case."

Crowley placed his hands on your upper arms. "It's bad enough that the King of Hell's daughter is a hunter, but I draw the line at you associating with those two."

You shook your head, crossing your own arms. "You knew this was bound to happen sooner or later."

"Do they know who you are?"

You pursed your lips, glancing down, "No. Didn't really see a reason to."

Crowley nodded, "If they so much as hurt one hair..."

"I know, dad. You'll send your hellhounds after them."

"I just don't want you going and getting attached," Crowley replied as you got into your car.

You scoffed, "I'm the princess of hell, I don't get attached."

~Three Months Later~

There was a knock on your door. Furrowing your brows, you sat down the knife you were sharpening and went to the front door, peaking through the peephole. You shook your head as you opened the door with a small smile on your face.

"Again?" you asked.

"What?" Dean replied. "You have all the good books."

You sighed as you turned, walking towards the library in your home, Dean shutting the front door and following you.

"Isn't that why you have Sam?" you asked.

"Eh," Dean replied. "He may act like he knows everything, but let's face it, you know more than him."

You chuckled as you began looking at your bookshelves. "So, what's the big bad this week?"

"Witches."

"Oof," you said as you began grabbing various books. "Then you'll want these." You turned and handed him a couple of old leather-bound books.

Dean took them from you. "Thank you, (Y/N)."

You nodded. "Just be sure to look for hex bags..."

"Yeah, I know," he interrupted. "This isn't our first rodeo."