Saved by the Winchesters years ago, you found yourself tagging along with them, having nowhere else to go. From the start, you felt drawn to them, with a particular fascination for Dean. Yet, despite your growing admiration, they treated you like a little sister, oblivious to the deeper feelings that had bloomed in your chest. No matter how much you longed for him to see you differently, Dean seemed determined to only view you as "one of the family"

You were sprawled out in the backseat of the iconic black Chevy Impala, engrossed in their father's journal, as your feet dangled lazily out the window. Meanwhile, the Winchesters had stepped into the nearby gas station to grab some much-needed coffee, leaving you to your reading

In a heartbeat, your boot was swiped from under you, triggering some serious 'fight or flight' panic. Knife in hand, you were on high alert, ready to take on the shoe thief. But then, Dean's booming laughter erupted, and Sam was laughing right along with him. Just like that, the tense moment was shattered

"Hey, I warned ya,"

*Dean chuckled, his hand tousling your hair affectionately.

"You ain't got a chance winning a prank war with me. I'm a seasoned pro."

His tone was light and playful, but you knew he was speaking the truth. No one could match his knack for pranks, and you had learned that the hard way… Three times in a row…