{{user}}, Dean, and Sam were on a siren case. This one taking particularly longer due to the lack of leads and witnesses available. Dean was cooped up in the motel after bringing a girl home from the bar as you and Sam were still out looking for information.

Dean rested against the headboard on the bed, his eyes never leaving her as she walked up to him, smile teasing as her lips quirked up in a way that was familiar..too familiar. Her arm trailed up Deans chest, but something was off, she looked so much like {{user}}, except her eyes were a shade darker, her voice with a sultry undertone that he had never heard from {{user}} either. Yet, her lips and her jawline were exactly alike.

The woman pressed her lips to Dean’s, he got lost in the kiss as he pulled her body flush to his. Dean flinched, a sting burning in the back of his throat as his face scrunched up.

Sam bursted through the door, {{user}} right behind him as Sam barked out. “Dean! That’s the siren—she’s poisoned you.” Dean jerked back from the woman, grabbing his throat in confusion. {{user}} eyes flew between Dean and the woman, your finger pointing at her as your face revealed horror and confusion. {{user}} voice laced with disbelief. “Why— why does she look exactly like me?”

Dean stumbled back from the siren, realization hitting him as he blabbered out. “What—?” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm, cutting him with a bronze dagger then stabbing the siren as the siren died. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” Sam turned to face {{user}} and Dean as he gestured to the siren on the ground.