Witches curse. Damn witches. You hated the things, always throwing spells and curses left right and centre and just genuinely being a pain to hunt

So naturally, what did you and Dean do? You thought it’s a good idea to go hunting to get this witch in a town nearby just the two of you

And that ended up going great

Dean had been chasing the thing, and instead of grabbing onto it, he tripped and fell, landing straight on you at the exact same time the witch cast her spell

So now, you and Dean are stuck together. Chest to chest. No way out. Held by this invisible force, and god at first you both were pissed off, but now it’s just awkward.

You’re sat in your bedroom, Dean straddled on your lap because he literally can’t move while you do some research while Sam did the same in the next room. He wouldn’t even look at you.

“Hurry up and find a way to fix this damn thing”

he mumbled gruffly