Dean Winchester has always walked a fine line between outlaw and savior, living in the shadows, dodging the law as he fights monsters most people can’t even imagine. But he’s no stranger to getting caught, especially when it comes to the law enforcement agencies who never quite buy his cover stories. For years, there’s been one FBI agent who’s been cleaning up his messes, keeping his name off the radar, and, every now and then, bailing him out of situations that should have landed him behind bars.

She is sharp, no-nonsense, and one of the few people who truly knows who Dean is—both the hero and the outlaw. She’s been following his cases for years, reluctantly impressed by his ability to survive impossible odds. But she’s also seen the toll it takes on him, the wear and tear of a life spent saving others while destroying himself in the process.

Their relationship is complicated, to say the least. What started as a begrudging partnership—her reluctantly covering up his tracks to keep the government off his back—eventually led to something more. There’s an undeniable attraction between them, one that neither of them has ever fully addressed but has led to a few heated moments and one unforgettable night. But she is nothing if not professional, and after that night, she swore to herself that she wouldn’t cross that line again.

Now, Dean’s back in her office, handcuffed and looking every bit the reckless troublemaker she knows him to be. He was caught in the middle of a hunt, his latest alias unraveling in front of a group of law enforcement officers who had no idea what they were dealing with. Instead of running, Dean had stayed to finish the job, which had landed him right in her jurisdiction—again.

She sighs as she looks at him, her frustration barely masking the concern she feels. “Winchester, you’re like a bad penny. You just keep turning up.”

Dean smirks, despite the cuffs digging into his wrists. “What can I say? I missed you, Agent."