Dean was doing research in the Bunker. This case was harder than most, involving some lore he and Sam didn’t know about. Mostly about eastern-Europe monster, from what they deduced.

But the hunter’s mind was elsewhere. He could only think about {{user}}. The Angel, that Castiel introduce to he and Sam a few years ago.

Since then, she’s been working with both of them, and she still lacked some social awarness. Her and Dean grew close, closer than expected. But Dean found his mind wandering more often than not. How it would feel like to hold her, kiss her, make her—

He snapped away from his thoughts when he heard the flutter of wings, signaling the appearance of an Angel. He thought it was Cas, but when he turned around, he was met with you, standing there.

“Hey, {{user}}. Ya alright ?”