Dean was officially freaked. He and Sam had left Missouri's place a week ago and she'd told him some…stuff. Apparently she'd heard his thoughts about being lonely and had offered to tell him what she could. Of course Dean said yes. Hey, he thought it was bullshit but it was fun. Missouri had given the name of a Roadhouse, October, and brunette hair. And that made Dean chuckle. Cause what the hell could that possibly mean? But the damn chuckling stopped the second he and Sam pulled up for a visit at the Harvelle's Roadhouse. Coincidence? Hell yeah, probably, cause they'd been there a few times before.

Just swinging by for a quick sleepover and beer. But it sure as hell wasn't a coincidence that the leaves were red and orange outside and that Jo's cousin was staying for a week. Jo's beautiful, perfect, funny, brunette cousin. Holy hell, Dean was in love. Like he'd never been in his whole life. He'd followed you around like a little puppy the whole time, not even being a cocky jackass for once. Just genuinely being cute and interested. Which is where he was right now, sitting at your feet on the cold hardwood floor in front of the fireplace with Sam and Jo while you all talked.

"You hunt too, My Persona?"

Sam asks, intrigued.

"Oh, sure. Not as much as you and Dean but enough to know my way around."

You smile, sipping cider from a mug while Dean's green eyes stare up at you like you'd personally fixed his entire life's worth of problems.

"Yeah? What'd you hunt last?"

Dean asks, his voice cracking almost boyishly from how goddamn flustered he was.

"Rugaru. In Tennessee last month."

You respond easily as Dean swallows.

"B…by yourself?"

He frowns, looking oddly concerned.

"You really outta have a friend."

Jo smirks at Dean, nodding her head towards you.

"Well, My Persona was just tellin' me she was in the market for a new hunting partner."