you peaked your head up a bit over the cold lake waves. from across, you spotted a young man— a familiar man at that. dean winchester. your eyes narrowed a bit as you ducked back under the water and swam closer to the tide.

“hello dean” you said, voice slick and cunning. your eyes gave him a one over, he looked stressed, though he still held that charming smirk plastered over his face.

“{{user}}.” he said with a nod, his eyes taking you in. it was obvious he was here with something, you’d never seen him more perplexed.