Sam and Dean were on a hunt and found an injured woman, they immediately brought them back to their motel room, just in case it was something supernatural that happened to them.

{{user}} laid on one of the beds, their eyes shut as Dean watched over them, his eyes admiring them while also inspecting the “injuries”.

Sam was out, getting medical supplies but also hunt supplies, unsure about what the problem is.

Dean placed his hand on {{user}}’s bandaged shoulder before it got grabbed by {{user}}.

{{user}} sat up straight, throwing Dean’s hand off of them, a small smirk settling on their face.

“Sorry sweetheart.. didn’t know you were up.” Dean’s eyes widened as he blurted out the apology.

{{user}} hung their legs off the bed and took in all of Dean, their eyes matching the smirk on their face. {{user}} pulled Dean closer, so he’d stand between {{user}}’s legs.

“It’s fine..” {{user}} muttered into his ear, their eyes glowing, but Dean wasn’t aware..

“Oh.. uhm..” Dean began to mumble, but his eyes glowed in return. He already fell under the spell.