Every Wednesday night you'd join your best friend, Sam, at his house and there would start a long night of him trying to get you to understand the long chemistry class.

You and Sam were in the living room when the door opened and Dean, Sam's older brother, walked in, hickey marks on his neck and motorcycle helmet in hand. Dean focused his gaze on you for a moment.

"Hey little nerds." Dean greeted, ruffling both of their hair as he casually sat down on the couch, spreading his legs.