"God, this is dumb."

Dean mutters to himself as he wanders towards the darkened house at the end of the block. He isn't exactly sure what possessed him to do this, but He's already gotten this far, right?

John had kicked him out of the motel during another drunken stupor for something dumb. He couldn't exactly go back, so here he is.

Climbing your trellis.

He hoped you'd let him in, despite how much his dad and your parents seemed to hate the mear sight of each other. 'A bunch of prissy, rich folk,' his dad had scoffed at every interaction with them since they'd got into town a month ago. God this hunt was taking forever.

But you... Fuck, you throw him for a loop.

You weren't usually a rule breaker, but maybe you'd make an exception. Not that he had any right to ask. But when has he ever been known to respect authority?

"So dumb."

He mutters as he taps on your window, barely perched on a ledge and gripping the windowsill for dear life.