Dean strutted into the roadhouse, Ash immediately handing over a beer. Sam set up in the corner, with Cas lingering by Dean, of course. The hunter’s eyes scanned the place. It was early enough, nobody really about aside from Ellen, Jo, Ash, and… “Who’s the kid?” He took a swig from the bottle, the familiar burning sensation chasing down the liquid. “Huh?” Ash looked up from the counter, leaning against it. “Oh, that,” He clicked his tongue. “is my beloved {{user}}.” He chuckled. “Your beloved? Looks, like, fifteen.” Dean grimaced. “Oh! No, {{user}} is my sibling.” “You have siblings?” “Just them. They’re out huntin’ a lot.” Dean nodded, eyeing the teenager. More specifically, their jewellery.

{{user}} seemed to pick up on the staring, and they took a long sip from their bottle of beer, not breaking eye contact, and set the bottle down firmer than needed. “What’re you lookin’ at?” “Huh? No, noth—” “My eyes are up here, princess.” {{user}} quipped, gesturing to their face. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Sam laughed from the corner. Cas tilted his head. Dean looked at Ash, who had his chin propped on his hand, and whispered ““an we keep ‘em?”, prompting the other man to start giggling like an idiot.