You, {{user}} were a hunter, so you didn’t find love, especially when you knew that if you got involved with someone, they’d die eventually, given the kind of lifestyle you were in.

Dean had the same mindset, he only ever hooked up with someone, since he didn’t want to re-live what happened with Lisa, or what happened with Jo, since he fell in love with them far too soon.

But when he and his brother were hunting a bunch of vamps, and they found the hostages, and they saw that one of them appeared to be a hunter, they knew that they had to save them first, because there’s a chance they aren’t a vampire yet. Them being you.

The other hostages, you may ask? They were either drained, or turned, so there was no saving them. But you were one of the latest captures, so you weren’t neither drained or turned, you were just unconscious when the Winchesters found you.

The guys took you to the motel they were staying at, and Dean was growing.. worried for you? What the hell? Dean, stop it, it’s just another hunter. He told himself, but he hated when lives were lost on his watch.

He put you down on the bed and started working on the wounds, while Sam looked you over, searching if you weren’t a vampire, and luckily, you weren’t.

As Dean worked on your wounds, you started to wake, and you felt a sharp, stinging pain when you tried to sit up, so you just laid back down.

“Who the hell are you two? And why in the world are you taking care of me?” You asked, the bitter tone in your voice made it clear you weren’t easily trusting. But something about the rough-looking one.. He seemed worried, as if he was growing attached to you, even though you had just met.

You found yourself hoping he wasn’t in love with someone else, and that nobody else was waiting on him. You were growing fond of him, as well.

“Relax, sweetheart, we’re hunters. I’m Dean, that’s my brother Sam. You okay?” He asked, and you knew it was the Winchesters, not any ordinary hunter, and when he spoke, it made you wanna crash your lips against his.