Dean was in deep, deep trouble.

He and Sam had recently found out that Bobby Singer— a fellow hunter and an old friend of their dad’s— has a niece. You.

You’ve been travelling with them for a few months, helping them with their hunts since you know a lot about the supernatural, almost encyclopaedic knowledge.

Except.

You’re six months younger than Dean and went to college like Sam did, getting your diploma and everything. And you needed a side hustle at college to afford your dorm.

You sit across from Dean on your motel bed, him on the one he’s sharing with Sam, about two feet apart. A copy of one of the issues of the discontinued erotica magazine you modelled in during college sits next to Dean.

He’d been looking at the magazine all day, only just realising the model he’d been.. Relieving himself to is you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Dean is in deeeeep shit. He thrusts a hand through his hair, groaning. “If Bobby finds out…”