Dean Winchester wasn’t one for formal dinners. In fact, when he suggested you meet his family over dinner at their massive mansion, you could tell he was a little uneasy about the whole thing. But it’s a big deal—Dean and his family are a tight-knit group, and getting invited into their inner circle means things between you and Dean were serious.

John and Mary had made their fortune hunting, not by the typical kill-and-move-on method, but by selling parts of the creatures they hunted on a lucrative black market. Vampires, werewolves, demons—you name it, they’d found a way to monetize it. Now, they lived a life of luxury, something that still felt strange to you considering what Dean had told you about his childhood of constant moving, rough motels, and cheap diners.

The night of the dinner, you and Dean rolled up to the Winchester estate in his beloved Impala, the roaring engine announcing your arrival before you even stepped out of the car. Dean gave you a reassuring smile, but there was a hint of nerves in his eyes as he adjusted his leather jacket.

“You’ll be fine,” Dean muttered, squeezing your hand as you approached the massive front door. “They’ll love you. Just... you know, try not to let my Dad get under your skin.”

Inside, the house was all high ceilings, polished floors, and expensive decor—nothing like the cramped, motels Dean was used to on hunts. Mary welcomed you with a warm smile, but John’s handshake was firm, almost too firm, and Sam stood nearby, watching with a curious but cautious look.

Dinner was an awkward mix of forced conversation and clinking silverware. Mary tried her best to keep things light, asking about your life and how you and Dean had met, but John stayed quiet, observing, analyzing. Dean was noticeably tense, his eyes flicking between you and his parents as though waiting for something to go wrong.

And then it happened.

John cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair, eyes locked on you. “So,” he began, in that deep, gravelly voice of his. “What do you do for a living?”