Sam and Dean stood just outside the church, their conversation low but laced with the usual blend of skepticism and determination. “I really think this is gonna work” Sam said trying to convince Dean. Dean shrugged, his hands jammed in his jacket pockets. “I don’t know, Sammy. If God’s out there somewhere, maybe he can throw us a bone. Wouldn’t hurt for once.” Before Sam could respond, a woman’s voice cut through the quiet. “Well, maybe God works in mysterious ways.” Both brothers turned toward the sound, their gazes landing on you standing a few feet away. There was something about the way you stood that caught Dean’s attention immediately. Dean’s lips quirked into a smile, his head tilting slightly as he gave you a once over. “Maybe he does.” His voice held a teasing warmth as he stepped forward. “I think you just turned me around on the subject.” He extended his hand toward you, his grin widening as you took it in yours. “Dean Winchester” His handshake firm but lingering just enough to make the moment count.