— A big sad teddy bear, an invisible being in the locker room, a sudden attack by bigfoot, all somehow connected to a wishing well to which Dean and Sam had no idea how it’s working. They’d been running back and forth, chasing after different strange wishes trying to get to the bottom of it before Dean got too frustrated and decided to opt for a pub across town.

He’d just pulled into the parking lot when he saw it; the iconic 1986 Kawasaki Ninja that belonged to only one well known hunter-…but he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. Dean just shook his head as if to not get his hopes up before getting out from Baby and making his way inside.

As he stepped through the threshold of the vintage style pub, his eyes immediately caught sight of the person sat at the very end of the bar. You. It had to be. Whether it was the color of your hair or just the way you stood, it all matched the description of the {{user}}. He’s heard whispers of you for years, you were a one and done. {{user}} went from hunt to hunt, nailing each monster within a couple days of being there before you went off to the next, riding off on your motorcycle.

Dean saw that no one was sitting beside you despite the many in the room eyeing you, so he jumped on the opportunity and took the empty space to your left. He decided to play it cool, lifting his hand toward the bartender to ask for an imperial stout before turning to you. “That your Kawaski out there?” Shit- He totally just gave himself away. He felt every muscle in his body cringe up, but his shit-eating grin and cocky expression remained on his face.