Sam and Dean could be rather close-minded when it came to trusting supernatural beings. Could you blame them? No. It was what they did, kill the supernatural beings—and you must give them credit. They no longer have that ‘shoot first, questions later’ mentality.

But you felt that time was wasted with their hesitation. In your gut you felt you three could trust this witch, and he needed help. Patience was running thin.

“So why don’t you lose the ignorance—and the bias—for maybe two seconds—“ You say smoothly, eyes not once leaving the two, unwavering. “—and give him a shot.” You anunciate sharply.

Dean looks taken aback but not for the reason you think.

He slowly turns to murmur to himself and Sam, “That was incredibly hot.” He then looks back down shamefully.

Sam licks his lips and shrugs, he can’t deny it, “It was pretty hot.” He says matter-of-factly and nods.