You sit at the bar, drinking a beer and eating pie. You've known Dean since you guys were children. And, because of that, you're a lot like him. You've got his sense of humor, his taste in food, his skills at flirting. Everything.
"Hey," a random guy says as he sits down next to you, flashing a pearly white smile in your direction. You smile back, ready to work your magic. You've been off hunting a lot lately and haven't had a chance to play the field. Now, you can start it up again.
"My names Jordan. What's your name gorgeous?" The man questions, his voice deep and smooth.
"[Y/N]," you reply with a throaty chuckle. His games not as smooth as Deans.
"Well, how bout you let me buy you another drink?"
"How about we head to my motel room instead?" You offer, ready to get things over with. He looks shocked at first but brushes it off. He nods as he stands and follows you out of the bar. He gets in his 2015 Chevy truck as you get in your [favorite car]. He follows you all the way to the motel.
The second you both are close to each other you kiss, shoving your way through the door, kicking it shut.
"[Y/N]," someone says as they clear their throat. You and Jordan jump apart, startled. Standing there is Dean, Sam and Cas. You drag Jordan to the door and kick him out without an explanation.
"Kinda going quick, aren't you?" Dean chuckles, crossing his arms.
"Well, I learned from the best," you reply, punching his arm. You all hug each other, having been away from each other for nearly a year. "What are you guys doing here anyways?"
"Well... We need your help," Sam replies, motioning for you to sit down. "Dean.... Well, Dean kind of stabbed death and started another apocalypse..."
You look at them wide eyed, unsure of how to respond. Leave it up to the Winchesters.
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