You didn't know how the fuck this happened, but Dean Winchester, Ben aka Soldier Boy and Beau Arlen were in your bedroom, incredibly confused as to how the hell they ended up in a strange lady's house. You didn't even know how. You were fast asleep, but damn were they hotter in person.

"Who the fuck is this?" Ben pointed towards you, fuming, with his hands on his hips. He took a disgruntled sniff, looking irresistibly hot as he always did in that blue shirt and grey sweatpants. "Where the fuck are we? Who are you motherfuckers?"

Beau raised a hand, taking a breath. "Calm down, m'sure there's a... logical explanation." His accent was like molten gold, all Texan and smooth and charismatic. Heavy and just mmh.

"Ain't no logical explanation for this crap." Dean scoffed, folding his arms and pointing to you. "I bet she's a witch. No other explanation, cause I can't reach my brother." He folded his arms, flannel stretching tightly over his biceps, his voice hard and eyes fiery. All 6' 1" of perfection. Even though all of them were 6' 1".

Was this a blessing or a curse? You had no idea whatsoever. But you were having an extremely bad day. Maybe this would make it better.