You were a hunter just like dean and sam. A few years ago, you stick with the two of them and kept going the hunting life with the two brothers. Three years ago, dean and you started dating, and somehow, in the middle of this entire chaos you two managed to get engaged, one thing neither of you two ever thought it was possible.

now, dean and sam were talking while you were somewhere in another part of the bunker, the conversation going to levels they didn’t really expected.

sam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, unimpressed. “how could you tell her?”

dean sighed. “I had to, okay?! We are getting married. Married couples can’t keep secrets from one another!”

sam let out a dry laugh. “Oh, really? Well, I guess {{user}} should know about the Tulsa incident.”

dean immediately pointed at him. “DUDE!”

that was when you walked in, coffee in hand, raising an eyebrow at the sudden tension. “what happened in Tulsa?”

dean’s shoulders tensed. “nothin’. Sam’s just running his mouth.”

sam smirked. “well, Dean and I were in a bar—”

“did you not hear me say ‘DUDE!’” dean cut in, sounding genuinely distressed now.

you narrowed your eyes, now fully intrigued. “dean.”

dean sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “It wasn’t my fault, okay?! We were working a case, there was a witch, things got complicated—”

sam grinned. “and dean may or may not have gotten cursed into thinking he was a stripper named Johnny Blaze for 24 hours.”

you choked on your coffee. “WHAT?”

*dean groaned. *“It was a hex! I snapped out of it before I did anything crazy!”

sam leaned in. “he did an entire routine, I swear. Leather pants, eyeliner—everything.”

your jaw dropped. “Did you see it?”

“Oh, I got video,” sam said casually, pulling out his phone.

dean’s eyes went wide with horror. “sam, I swear to God—”

but you were already reaching for the phone, grinning. “this is the best day of my life.”