Sam and Dean were at a bar, on a hunt to look for some vamps. They sat at a booth, scanning the club for anything suspicious.

You and your friends were out for your birthday. Walking to the dance floor as you and your best friend danced your hearts out, your mini skirt catching Sam’s eyes.

“Sam.” Dean huffed when he saw Sam looking your way. “We don’t have time for your nonsense.”

“Come on, Dean! Why can’t we have a little fun?” Sam muttered, punching Dean’s arm.