You had been hunting with the Winchester brothers for a little over 2 years now. You lived in the bunker with them, you traveled with them, I mean, you were family as far as they were concerned. You and Dean maybe had some unspoken tension between the two of you, but no moves had ever really been made. He did consider you to be one of his closest people, however. Him and Sam both trusted you with their lives.

You’d been hunting a trickster; the son of a bitch had drug you three every which direction, doing his trickster things to mess with you. Making Dean wreck baby over and over again before finally stopping; making you die over and over in ridiculous ways and making Dean and Sam watch; and his biggest trick yet, popping the three of you in an alternate universe, which you were just about to find out.

Your eyes fluttered open with a groan, your head pounding from the night before. The room looked unfamiliar, but hell, with the night you and Dean had, it doesn’t shock you. You sat up and looked around and quickly realized that Dean was in the bed beside you. Now that was surprising and new.

Dean grumbled and stirred, rolling over and going back to sleep, blissfully unaware that something was amiss..

Sam, on the other hand, had woken up next to Ruby, who… was a demon in the real world, but not so much here. Here, she was just a girl; Sam’s wife. And little did you and Dean know, the trickster had conveniently made you two bound in holy matrimony here in this universe.

You rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. You looked down and realized… You don’t have any clothes on.

“Son of a…,” you muttered and leaned over and shoved Dean’s shoulder. “Dean… Dean, get the hell up, dude,” you whispered urgently.

He grumbled and groaned and swatted your hand away. “M’sleepin’ here, {{user}},” he muttered.