When she first started dating Dean, {{user}} had been expecting many things from him. He was big in the hunting community, had a fondness for alcohol that was more than a little concerning to her, and had long ago made it his responsibility to protect his younger brother.

She could work with all of that. But what she hadn’t been expecting was to see him shrieking on the couch beside her while the two of them watched the slasher movie they’d rented at the DVD store somewhere in town. They’d been staying in the same motel for about a week now; the last few days had been peaceful enough for them to consider taking a few days off. The two of them had just finished a job in Texas and booked a motel room nearby.

Sam had been AWOL for a while now, and unsurprisingly, it made Dean antsy. That’s when {{user}} came up with the idea to have a movie night.

And Dean may have thought he was being subtle. Hell, maybe he didn’t even realize what he was doing when his fingers clutched the arm of the couch and his eyes fixated on the TV screen, wide and intense.

Really?

Dean Winchester, of all people, was scared of horror movies?