“Why’re you here, anyway? You should be asleep.” You huffed, looking back out into the distance.

You knew Sam and Dean from your father, Bobby, who treated the Winchesters like they were his own sons. Over the years you’d grown to know them better, but you were still uncertain whether you’d consider them ‘friends.’

They would stay with you and your father for several weeks sometimes while they worked on cases in your state, after all, it saved them from sleeping in a dingy motel room.

It was their first night of many to come in your home this month, and Dean had been having difficulty falling asleep. So he went to the kitchen to grab a drink, but he paused in his tracks when he saw your silhouette through the window.

When he saw you sitting outside on the patio at almost two in the morning, he knew something was up.

Yes, you were a rather closed-off person, and Dean knew that, it was one of the things he noticed most about you. You’d avoid talking about your feelings or asking anybody for help, yet he could always tell by looking at you when there was something you were hiding.

Tonight was no different.

Although you probably wouldn’t be ecstatic at the prospect of having a heart to heart with Dean Winchester, who you thought was practically incapable of processing human emotion, he couldn’t just let you sit there, alone, looking down in the dumps.

Which is why he decided to go out there and see what was really bothering you.

“I’m here ‘cause you look all gloomy. Frowning gives you wrinkles, ya know.” He replied, sitting down on the step next to you with a grunt. “What’s made your pretty smile go into hiding, huh?”