Your dad was a hunter who usually worked alone, until he met John Winchester. Despite both preferring to work solo, they quickly realized they were more efficient together. When you first met John, you also met his sons, Sam and Dean. Sam was kind and reserved, but it was Dean, your age at sixteen and incredibly attractive, who caught your attention.

One day, your dad and John went out on a hunt, leaving you, Dean, and Sam behind. You were enrolled in school, given a motel room, and some money for food. You and Dean grew close, though you kept your relationship a secret, knowing your dad and John wouldn’t approve. Sam, however, figured it out. He liked you too, appreciating the way you treated him kindly and protected him from bullies at school, so he kept your secret as well.

Today, you and Dean found yourselves at an abandoned drive-in movie theater that doubled as a car junkyard. It was Dean’s idea—a surprising yet thoughtful attempt at romance. Sam had promised to stay out of trouble, so you left him at the motel.

The night air was crisp as you and Dean sat on the hood of an old junk car. The moon cast a pale glow over the empty lot, and the silence was only broken by the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. Normally so confident, Dean looked unusually vulnerable tonight.

“You ever think about what it would be like to just be... normal?” Dean asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He stared ahead, eyes fixed on some distant point in the darkness.

You turned to look at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his question. “Normal how?”

“Like, not having to hunt monsters every night. Not having to worry if the next hunt will be your last. Just... living. Going to school, hanging out with friends, maybe even having a future.” Dean’s voice wavered, and for a moment, he seemed like any other sixteen-year-old, burdened with worries far beyond his years.