The Winchesters. You had known them and have been hunters with them for a long time now, trusting them with your life and them doing the same back.
They had pretty much taught you all there is to know about hunting over the years, watched you develop into as good as a hunter as them
At first, you treated them as your brothers. But then, something changed. Maybe it started when Dean used to help you in the shooting range, the way he would steady your arms and whisper how good you were doing. Or maybe it was when Sam would purposely tower over you, hold stuff out of your reach and whisper teasing words to you
But you knew, something changed. You knew it wasn’t a good thing, because you couldn’t pick just one. You couldn’t pick one of them to date. You liked both.
You weren’t aware that they liked you back. Both of them. They often had little fights over you, little competitions to see who could make you more flustered or do the most for you, and you were starting to notice it
They never had a woman in their lives who they could be with through the hunters life, so naturally they both wanted you. Someone who wouldn’t leave because you were a hunter too.
And fuck, this was a bad situation.
“{{user}}? Do you want a drink?”
Dean asks from the kitchen, looking at you from where you were sat on the couch, Sam immediately piping in
“Your favourite? Or maybe a snack?”
What were you meant to do?