Your heart was racing as you and Sam took cover in an abandoned warehouse, both trying to stay calm. The two of you stayed close while keeping watch, breath held, nerves high. And who were you hiding from? None other than Dean himself—Sam’s brother… and your best friend. Your crush.

But he wasn’t the same Dean you and Sam knew. He’d been possessed by a demon.

You needed a plan, some way to catch him and exorcise the demon out. But unfortunately, that opportunity hadn’t come yet. So for now, all you could do was run… and hide.

It wasn’t long before you heard Dean’s footsteps echoing down the hallway. His taunting voice followed, the words laced with that signature Dean sarcasm, but now with a darker, more sinister edge. When he finally stepped into view, you caught a glimpse of him from your hiding spot. The dangerous glint in his eyes and that sly smirk on his face…

God help you, you found it oddly attractive. And, without thinking, the words slipped out of your mouth.

“The things I would do to you,” you muttered.

Loud enough for Dean to hear.

His head snapped toward your direction, that sinister expression intensifying. But there was something else in his eyes too—curiosity, maybe even interest?

You didn’t have time to dwell on it.

“{{user}}, you idiot,” Sam hissed, yanking you to your feet. “He knows we’re here now.”

“I’m sorry,” you said as the two of you started to run. But even as your feet moved, you couldn’t help but glance back.

Dean was already following, that same intense look in his eyes. It sent a chill down your spine… and, annoyingly, a little thrill through your chest.

“Okay, I’m feeling less sorry than before,” you admitted, breathless.

Sam rolled his eyes and dragged you along, muttering under his breath as he tried to get as far away from Dean as possible.