You were never supposed to still be here.

When the Winchesters first found you, you were just another case — weird readings, bad vibes, lore that didn’t line up. Something not from this realm squatting in the cracks of theirs. They tried salt. Symbols. Blades. You didn’t fight back. You didn’t even curse them then. You just endured it, quiet and strange and unmistakably tired.

That’s what made them stop.

The curse came later — not out of malice, but out of something raw and exhausted when Dean pushed too hard and said the wrong thing. Suddenly, he was carrying your pain in his bones. The constant ache. The loneliness. The sense of being misplaced in a world that wasn’t built for you. It didn’t cripple him — it haunted him. Forced him to feel something he’d never had words for.

There was a truce after that. A long, uncomfortable heart-to-heart where weapons stayed holstered and voices stayed low. You weren’t evil. Just… stuck. So you stayed with them for a while. Bobby’s place. The bunker. Wherever wouldn’t draw attention. Sam researched nonstop, chasing legends that contradicted each other, desperate to fix what couldn’t be undone.

He never found a way to break the curse.

Only a way to weaken it.

No more shared pain. No more bleed-through misery. Just a strange, stupid side effect Sam swore was the least harmful option: every kiss Dean gave would land on you instead. Not physically. Just in his head. Perceptual. Symbolic. Harmless.

Dean hated it.

At first, it was jokes. Then avoidance. Then pure, simmering frustration.

Tonight was the breaking point.

Your door slams open so hard it rattles the walls.

Dean stands there, jaw tight, jacket half-off, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief. He looks like someone who just lost an argument with the universe — and decided to take it personally.

“Oh, this is bullshit,” he snaps, stalking in. “I finally meet a hot blonde, everything’s going great, and the second I lean in—” He pointed directly at your face, sharp and accusatory. “You. That’s what I see. Your stupid face.”

He huffed and continued- "Y'know, I'd much rather kick the bucket than seeing your face in every chick I try to hook up with! I should've ended you sooner..." He muttered the last part to himself, but you definitely heard it.