Squeezing through tight spots with Dean Winchester pressed up against your back wasn’t something that you were expecting, but god it definitely wasn’t unwelcome.

You, Sam and Dean were on a case, investigating the slayings of several blond women which you came to know as the ghost of the county’s first serial murderer, H.H Holmes

Of course, you were more of a target compared to Sam and Dean. This is how you ended up in this damn situation

You and Dean were shuffling through a tight passage, the cold solid brick wall against both of your backs. Dean carried a flashlight, shuffling along with you. He went a little ahead and realised that we apparently “couldn’t go any further.”

“Let me see.”

You spoke, moving over to him and slotting next to him. Big mistake. Now, your front was against the cold solid wall and your back was being enwrapped in Dean, him being pressed against you. He grunted a little in… pain?

“Ugh, should’ve cleaned the pipes..”

he mumbles, his deep slightly raspy voice spoke, looking at the wall next to you