Sirens really were a pain. You’d only gone out for a beer run and when you came back, Sam was unconscious on the floor and Dean was standing there with a knife in his hand, eyes emotionless and empty. And there, in your clothes… was you. Didn’t take long to clock the rando as the siren you were hunting, but hey, this could turn out bad.

Since Dean was staring at you like you were a repulsive thing that should be taken off the face of the earth, you figured he was either roofied with the siren’s - ahem - bodily fluids or he did the nasty with it. Either way, you were having a hard time getting past how you were Dean’s perfect woman.

But you didn’t have time to note that down. Something told you that you were gonna have to fight your best friend and bring him back somehow - damn siren. Slippery things with their tendency to transform into any man’s deepest desire.

“You shouldn’t have come back, {{user}}.” He was primed to fight and that had you on the defensive, especially since he had a knife taken out that may or may not have been used on Sam. You couldn’t tell, but you didn’t see any blood on the younger Winchester’s body nor on the floor. All good so far, except for the possibility where you had to fight Dean.

His knife was held out, the siren was in the shape of you but smirking uncontrollably and made you wanna slap the smirk off her face - or your face - and Sam was face down on the floor. This was all just too messy.