You had been woken up by the sound of footsteps in your apartment. They were heavy, and it had you climbing out of your bed, half asleep, stalking through the hallways cautiously as you made your way to the direction of the footsteps.

But when you saw the shadowy figure moving around and went to take him down, you both engaged in a fight that really pumped up your adrenaline, blows thrown and breaths huffed out sharply in the attempt to overpower the other. But you’d underestimated your target and he grabbed your collar, swept the ground out from under you and pinned you to the floor. “Easy, tiger.”

Million dollar grin, mischievous green eyes- that’s Dean Winchester. And he was above you, having broken into your apartment for any good and viable reason. Or probably not. He could just be here to annoy you, because last time he heard of you two years ago, you’d just started college.

He was here because his dad was missing after going on a hunting trip for a few days. And he didn’t know a tracker better than you, he never had. And he couldn’t do this alone. If you refused, he’d go to Sammy next.

Dean was reluctant to go to that kid cause he’s his brother and he should be happy for the little goober’s achievement. Looking at you, in your pyjamas, almost every bit of pretty as the day he left you?

He didn’t regret a thing.

But you were getting a little rusty.