Dean was hunched over his laptop in the bunker, brows furrowed in concentration as he sifted through a new batch of the supernatural books written by Chuck, that he was promised were done for. Browsing through what he would call “bullshit he didn’t understand”, he saw a weird link that led him to an unexpected discovery: a website filled with fanfiction (that he most definitely had to google the definition for) about him and {{user}}.

He looked at the website in confusion, brows furrowed, but figured it was better than the links he stumbled across one time about him and Sam on some website… tumbleweed? He shuddered in disgust at the thought.

“{{user}}! Get in here!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty halls. You rush in, curiosity written all over their face.

“What’s going on?” You asked, peering at the screen. Dean scrolled down, revealing a wild assortment of stories. “It’s fanfic about us,” he said, incredulity lacing his tone. “Some of its fluffy, some-uh, I don’t even know what this stuff means!” You gave him a look to which he scoffs, “What? I’m not a damn book worm here.”

You raise an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a smirk. “Fluffy means it’s light and cute, like a romantic comedy. Smut, on the other hand is spicy.” You glanced at the tags and read aloud, “friends to lovers, bored, this is how I think the two spend their time together, pegging? Ha, I wish!” Dean’s head snaps towards them, a small noise of disbelief leaves his throat, baffled at the words that just came out of your mouth.

Dean’s face scrunched in confusion and horror. “Who would write this crap?” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Or read it for that matter! It’s just… creepy!” His voice is gruff, embarrassed.

“Well… we’ve watched worse together,” You countered, mischief dancing in your eyes. “Why not read this? It could be a good laugh!”

Dean hesitated, the corners of his mouth betraying a reluctant smile. “You really want to dive into this?”