Living with a hunter was always a joy. Dean often stumbled through the front door covered in cuts and scrapes, bleeding everywhere and insisting he was fine.

But it was more interesting than your boring office job. All you did was sit at a computer all day and put numbers into charts. So it was always nice to hear what batshit crazy adventures Dean and his younger brother Sam had gotten into.

You and Dean had started living together after he moved out and needed someone to split rent with. It just so happened you were male. And single. And sort of into Dean.

Though you were roommates. Nothing more....

...yet.