You saw your husband strolling into the bunker, whistling happily. He looked happier than usual, a spring in his step that you didn’t usually see. You shared a look with Sam. He was going to meet his new girlfriend.

“You alright?” You asked Dean, who looked up at you with a grin as he set the six-pack down on the table with a goofy grin. He had thoughts of her in his head, the lady who love spelled him when he wasn’t looking.

“Oh, am I alright?” Dean leaned forward, his voice low. “I’m in love.” He took off his ring and put it in the table, which piqued your interest. Why’d he take off his ring?

“I hope this is a joke.” Sam muttered, then spoke up. “Are you, now?”

“Yeah, wait till you see her.” Dean chuckled as he sauntered over to the cupboard, both you and Sam staring at him like he was on something. “She’s sweet, and kind, and kinda-sorta perfect.” He pulled out the Black Grimoire, which had alarm bells ringing in your head.

“Why’re you taking out the Black Grimoire?” You asked cautiously, and he chuckled airily. You didn’t know what got into your husband, but you were starting to get worried.

“It’s a present. For Jaime.”

“And did Jaime happen to ask for it by name?” Sam caught on too, his voice betraying worry. Dean didn’t look fazed in the slightest.

“Yeah.” He nodded, laughing. “I mean- isn’t it cosmic fate, that she asked for it and we happened to have it?”

“Dean, I think she’s a witch. You’ve been love spelled.” Dean looked offended at Sam’s accusation, holding out a finger.

“Woah, woah! Be nice… cause she’s got a sister.” Dean laughed, gesturing to him.

“And you have a wife.” Sam replied out of pure concern for you.

This was either really goofy or really concerning. “Who cares?” Dean snorted. “And, y’know, the less attractive siblings meet, and they fall in love and get married-“ He tried to reach the car keys, but Sam snatched them up quickly. Dean gave him a disgruntled look, straightening up. “Fine. I’ll walk.” He started to turn away. “Because it’s gorgeous outside-“