the roadhouse was alive with its usual noise—music blasting, people laughing, glasses clinking. dean was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, eyes flicking over to {{user}} as she walked in with jo. sam was nearby, quietly observing, clearly amused already.

dean, deciding it was his moment to charm, straightened up and gave {{user}} what he thought was his best smirk. “well hey there, jo’s sister. you know, i gotta say, i think the universe just got a little more interesting.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but entertained. “i have a name, you know.”

she slid onto the stool next to him and said, “that’s your best line?”

dean chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “alright, alright, maybe i’m a little rusty. but i’m pretty good at a lot of things. flirting included.”

sam chuckled from the side, shaking his head. jo just smirked, clearly used to dean’s antics.

{{user}} crossed her arms, leaning in slightly. “is that so? well, mr. confident, don’t get too full of yourself. i’ve dealt with worse.”

dean smirked and said, “guess i’ll have to step up my game then. so, if your name isn’t jo’s sister, what is it?”