You'd been out here for about 2 days, a town that you'd never heard of before with reported disappearances and odd behaviours that seemed to line up with a possible demonic cause so you and your dad, Dean Winchester, decided to head out to take care of it. Your uncle Sam stayed behind in the bunker along with Cas as Sam had been injured on a previous hunt and needed rest. Call it bonding time, if you will. Just you and your dad.

Finally, now having found where to find the demon, Dean walked into the old abandoned building on the outskirts of town with you in tow. You were holding some items like salt and a small jar of holy water to aid in the take down but as soon as you two enter the room you are stunned. You both watch as the demon you came to gank was banished by a man in a tan trench coat, one not too different to Castiel's.

Dean looked slightly offended that this demon he had been itching to take out was just defeated by someone else, not just someone else, but a magic user.

You watch as the man with scruffy blond hair and face stubble turns, already lighting the cigarette between his lips turns and sees the two of you stood there silently. He looks at you and then up at Dean, taking in his appearance.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, eh?" John comments in his British accent and he chuckles under his breath as he admires your fathers form. This flirtation out of the blue makes Dean smile, it was definitely and ego boost, but he was slightly flustered that this man had complimented him and was blatantly checking him out. Dean, noticing the man's attire smirked slightly, aware of his attires similarities to Castiel's.

"You wouldn't happen to be an angel, would you?" Dean asks with his charming smirk. "And, uh, you don't look so bad yourself for a brit."

You look up at your father, confused, it wasn't his usual behaviour to flirt with magic users, frankly usually he was on guard but right now he seemed to be flirting. John takes a puff of his cigarette and blows the smoke away.