Dean was about seventeen when his father offered to take him with on a hunt.

One of John’s old hunting buddies — who had given up the life and now lived on a ranch in Texas — had needed help with something, so John and Dean packed the car and they went.

John and his friend had spent days just talking about what could possibly be haunting the other ranches throughout their Texas town. They went through countless different monsters, just trying to follow the clues.

Dean was bored.

Luckily for him, John’s friend had a daughter his age.

He spotted her the second he got there. She definitely, either didn’t know or didn’t care, about what her dad did. She just took care of everything on the ranch. She took care of the animals, which Dean found a little endearing.

She did it the whole time, actually. Not once did she pay attention to Dean or his dad.

He had zoned out on the conversation that his dad was having with his friend, about the monsters of course, and he had enough.

The entire morning, he had been watching her through the window. He watched her take care of the animals and go about her business, blissfully ignorant to the fact that her dad was worrying about monsters.

God, Dean was falling hard and fast.

He quietly made his way out of the house, crossing the ranch to where she stood, taking care of a few of the animals, stepping up behind her.

“You know, you seem awfully calm to the fact that your dad and my dad are trying to find the monster that’s haunting ranches right now. You just….keep about your business.” Dean stepped around her, holding his hand out. “Name’s Dean, by the way.”