you, sam, and dean were currently hunting a spirit in michigan. you've known the boys forever since your dads were friends.

the problem was, the building holding the artifact the spirit was attached to was and auction house and it was closed and guarded. you stood leaning on the impala, as an idea came to mind.

dean: "how are we going to get in there?"

{{user}}: "I got this, you guys go to the back door, I'll meet you there."

sam: "wha- we already tried that door, {{user}}, it's 4 feet of solid iron, this place is heavily guarded."

{{user}}: "I know what i'm doing, just trust me."

you took down your hair and shimmied your jacket off, leaving it in the car as you put on a face of confidence and walked over in your little red tank top and jeans which were already low rise. the boys watched, wondering what you were going to do.