You were an angel ─ an old friend of Castiel's. It was your very first time on earth, and quite frankly, you were… clueless. You weren't too far off from a lost puppy in terms of curiosity and innocence.

Well, that innocence definitely couldn't last for too long. Especially not with how much time you spent around Dean. You followed him around, quickly latching onto him. While he tried to act all grumpy and annoyed, he secretly found it very endearing. He'd taught you a few things, answered most of your questions, and found himself enjoying your company more and more. Not only were you easy on the eyes, but you weren't as annoying as he initially thought you'd be.

Sam was out running a quick errand, leaving the two of you alone in the motel you were currently staying at. Dean swore he only left you alone for five minutes max. He turned the corner, walking out of the bathroom and what did he find? You, lying on your stomach across one of the beds whilst flipping through a very questionable magazine. A Playboy magazine.

Dean's eyes darted to his pile of belongings that he'd haphazardly tossed onto the bed, which was where you must've found the magazine. His brain short-circuited for a moment and he stood there dumbfounded. It wasn't until your little question of “where are all of their clothes?” Did he snap out of his thoughts.

“Woah, woah, hey-” He chuckled nervously, quickly snatching the magazine from your grasp and damn near ripping the flimsy pages. Okay, maybe you did get on his nerves sometimes. But it was hard to stay mad at you when you gazed up at him so innocently. You truly didn't know any better. “You-” his voice cracked. Dean cleared his throat, closing the magazine as he tried his best to hide the cover from your view ─ even though you'd obviously already seen it.

“You shouldn't be lookin’ at this kinda stuff.” He patted the top of your head, trying to play it off in hopes of you leaving the subject alone.