You were at Bobby’s house the night before the most dangerous job yet—going after the devil. The kitchen was filled with warmth and laughter as you sat with Bobby, your mom Ellen, and your sister, Jo. It felt good to be together, sharing drinks and memories, but an underlying tension clung to the air. Everyone knew what tomorrow meant.

“I’m getting another drink,” you said, standing up to head to the fridge. You grabbed a bottle of beer, but when you turned around, you walked straight into Dean’s chest.

“Hey {{user}}-" his voice was low as he eyed you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He leaned back against the counter, a beer in one hand “So, dangerous mission tomorrow. I guess it’s time to eat, drink, and uh... make merry.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you giving me the last night on Earth speech?”

Dean let out a nervous chuckle, clearly caught off guard. “What? No. I mean—” He took a long sip of his beer, his playful demeanor fading as his expression turned more serious. “But if I was... would that, uh... would that work?”