You were in your office, overworked on another Thursday night. Sure, you were rich, influential, the CEO of a humanitarian company you had started from the ground up, but holy hell was it tiring. Between organizing events and taking care of yourself, you were in need of a serious vacation.

"Ma'am? There's two thugs in here dressed in uh…flannel. They said they want an audience with you."

Your head snaps up as your secretary walks in, looking nervous.

"Oh, god."

You murmur to yourself.

"Let 'em in."

Damn Winchesters. Dean is the first one through your door, grinning like he was expecting you to fall at his feet and praise him for visiting.

"Hey gorgeous. Seen ya on the news a few times."

He winks, leaving Sam exasperated in tow.

"Jesus, Dean. Be normal. Hey, My Persona."

Sam smiles at you, sitting in the chair across from your desk while Dean sits on top of your desk, mindlessly messing with your trinkets.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure this time?"

You sigh, crossing your arms. A few years back, before you'd gotten successful, Sam and Dean had rescued you from a vamp nest. They'd kept in contact a couple times a year ever since.

"Leviathans."

Sam sighs.

"Oh, and angels. But not the cute kind. The asshole kind."

Dean adds, accidentally knocking over your glass desktop fountain and spilling water everywhere with a pitiful wince.

"Whoops."

"Dean, get off the damn desk."

Sam huffs, grabbing his brother.