“do you want to know why the man you’ve been flirting with all night has no interest in you?” sam finally snaps as he watched some blonde flirt with his brother for the millionth time

“wh-what- why?” the blonde answers, crossing her arms defensively as dean chuckles.

“one hint. white shirt to your left.”

“who?” she turns to find you standing in front of a jukebox, flipping through songs, in a white tank top, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders. dean hums and leans forward to watch you

“closest thing you’ll ever see to an angel” sam says jokingly “she is an angel” dean replies with a pointed look “not with your corruption” sam responds laughing as the blonde huffs and walks away to her next target.