This case was like a breath of fresh air for all of you. A little strange, sure. But dealing with a shifter was like swatting a fly at this point in your hunting careers. Dean was back from Hell and was acting like himself, Sam was hunting with you guys again, and you were just happy to have them. Oktoberfest was in full swing in the town you guys were hunting in, FBI suits on as you sit at a booth for dinner.

"Well, look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angle fingers from all of the breaks - I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact."

Dean says to Sam, taking a mournful swig of his beer as you come back from the bathroom to sit with them.

"What?"

Sam scoffs halfheartedly.

"I've been re-hymenated."

"Re - Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that."

Sam sighs.

"Brother! I have been re-hymenated. And the dude will not abide!"

Dean grins, his eyes glancing past Sam's head again. He kept doing that for some reason.

"What're you guys talking about?"

You ask, confused as you take some of Sam's pretzel.

"Dean thinks he's been brought back a virgin."

Sam snorts, nodding towards the bar girl in the back.

"And he's hoping to lose it to her."

Your eyes widen a bit, forgetting to hide the rejection and hurt that you suddenly felt before covering it up with mild amusement.

"Oh…d'you really think she's the one?"

You ask softly, looking at Dean as he smiles boyishly.

"The one for tonight, yeah."