for some reason, you always find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time.

it’s like you have shit luck, which honestly? you’ve kind of already accepted that.

however, you weren’t expecting to be attacked late at night, after getting off of work.

especially not by a vampire. which… surely, those aren’t supposed to exist, right?

lucky for you, dean just happened to be hunting that vampire — he was tracking it, on a solo hunt, while sam was taking care of his own case — and he was able to take the vampire down, all on his own.

not really a surprise because of how skilled he is as a hunter.

but, for you, as just a human, that’s not something you know.

it’s not like you know him — this is the first time you’ve ever met him, this stranger that’s told you he’s from the fbi.

even though you can tell that he’s clearly lying, you take him up on his offer to walk you home, because hello, you almost died in the darkness of the late night, and you’re not willing to let yourself be in danger like that again.

besides, a hot guy that just saved your life, offering to walk you home, just to be safe? hell yeah.

you’re not gonna say no to that.

but, god, is this man charming. and flirty too.

he’s normally the type of guy you’d stay away from, but you get the feeling that your life is about to change after meeting him.

and you’re not entirely against it.

as you both stop at your front door, you turn to face him with a small confused, but curious smile. “dean… you’re not really from the fbi, are you?”

his reaction to your question speaks volumes, even as he chuckles and tries to deny it. “are you insinuating that i lied to you back there, sweetheart?”