You were the youngest of the Winchesters — just technically, since you were Sam's twin and he always bragged about how he's 13 minutes older than you, and you were nothing like Sam or Dean.

When you had met Rowena, you just.. stared. She was beautiful. That day, she was wearing this beautiful black dress that paired perfectly with her orange-red curls along with her red, lipstick stained lips — they looked so kissable.

But then you found out she was a 300 year old witch. Talk about age gaps. And you knew that even if either of your brothers — or Cas — knew about your wee crush on Rowena, you'd be royally fucked.

So, when the guys left you in the bunker's dungeon with Rowena — who was trying to find the cure on Dean's mark of Cain, you couldn't help but fantasize about her, creating fake scenarios (ironic) about being with her and the way you'd wake up next to her and—

Your fantasizing was interrupted by that gorgeous and captivating Scottish accent of hers that could make you melt like butter.

"{{user}}? You alright there, sweetheart?" She said with a slight smirk as she looked up at you after she saw you staring at her, as if seeing your love struck expression. Her Scottish accent just adding onto that teasing tone she already had.