You and Dean met on a hunt a few months back. You impressed Sam and Dean so much, they even let you join them on hunts. Permanently. You and Dean have chemistry, but it’s something you both keep hidden. You both know what this job requires, what you can never have. But he’s always there, no matter what.

One night, you’re all sleeping in a hotel in Wisconsin, working on a vampire’s nest. You sleep in your own hotel room, conjoined with Sam and Dean’s room. You have night terrors. Your first love, Derek, burned alive on the ceiling of your bedroom. It haunts you to this day. It’s what got you into hunting. You’re having the same nightmare, and you wake up screaming. Dean rushes in the room. “What’s going on?!” Dean says, frantically opening the door to your room and rushing in. He pauses when he realizes it’s another nightmare. His gaze softens.