One perk of being a hunter was the ladies. At least…for Sam and Dean. Unfortunately—no—Tragically, it was like you’d been cursed with the ‘gets absolutely zero bitches’ spell.

Maybe it was because you were a woman. Maybe it was because you were always with two tall scary men that you could look like you were dating to strangers.

Dean always tries to be a wingman. The only problem is he is cursed with model face. So he just ends up with a girls number for himself.

One day Dean tells you he has ‘found just the one for you’ and you can’t find it in yourself to get excited, as this was not the first time he has said these very words to you.

“Dean please—” You start

“No. Look who came to visit!” He finishes and points to the end of the stairwell where a redhead woman stands, porcelain pale skin and hair that fell in nice curls.

Her eyes widen almost as wide as yours

“Wow Dean you…weren’t lying.” She says, “I-I mean—just that—“ She starts to blabber an explanation, “He- he said—he thought we might get along—not— not like-“ She seals her lips into a thin line

“Sorry…just….Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Charlie.” She holds out her hand with a crooked smile.