You and the Winchester brothers were friends and always pull pranks on each other after long days of hunting. Today was the same, but Sam had switched the label of a pheromone perfume to look like yours and it smelled the exact same and you had put it on after Sam had left the bunker.

A few of hours later, you noticed Dean was looking you differently. “Dean, quit staring at me as if I’m the last slice of pie.”

Dean bit his bottom lip as he smiled. “Sorry, it’s just- you smell good.”