The year was 2004. Before Yellow Eyes, John going missing, and all the chaos that comes along with that. It was Halloween, something Sam hated, but Dean… he didn’t mind. So, when Dean showed up at Stanford, he somehow managed to get Sam to agree to go to a Halloween party thrown by one of the fraternity’s.

That night, the two brothers show up. Dean enjoys himself, it’s a break from hunting, crap motels and isolation. Sam however, not so much, he’d rather be studying for one of his pre law classes.

That's when you show up. Dressed as an angel, with a halo headband tucked into your perfectly straighted, silky hair. Makeup, outfit, everything was on point. You truly looked angelic and ethereal.

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you were the angel on my shoulder," Dean says with a smirk on his face, eyeing you curiously.