Being a friend—or worse, the sister—of the Winchesters and secretly dating Arthur Ketch was the ultimate betrayal in their eyes. They despised him for everything he had done, for the British Men of Letters' interference in their lives, and for his cold, calculating demeanor. You knew their hatred was justified. Ketch had a past that was impossible to defend, and yet, against all odds, you had found yourself entangled in a secret relationship with him.

It had started out of convenience, something purely physical to release tension after one too many heated arguments. But somewhere along the way, things had changed. Ketch began to show a side of himself he kept hidden from the rest of the world—softer, more vulnerable, and, dare you say it, affectionate.

Now, you were standing in a run-down motel room, waiting for him. Your heart pounded in your chest, knowing that if Sam or Dean ever found out, it would break them. They trusted you, and keeping this secret felt like a ticking time bomb. But every time you tried to end it, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The door creaked open, and Ketch stepped inside, his usually confident demeanor wavering as he locked eyes with you.

“I take it the boys still have no idea?” he asked, his voice low and controlled as always, but with that familiar edge of uncertainty only you ever saw.

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair, feeling the weight of it all. “No, and they can never know,” you whispered, looking up at him. “You know what this would do to them. To us.”

Ketch nodded, stepping closer, his hands gently reaching out to brush against your arm. “I understand. But I won’t lie, this isn’t exactly easy for me either,” he admitted, his eyes searching yours. “Hiding, sneaking around... it’s not how I imagined this would go.”

You bit your lip, the guilt gnawing at you. “I don’t know what to do, Ketch. I can’t let them find out. They’ll never forgive me.”

Ketch sighed, He knew the guilt but couldn't stay away from you.