After what went down with Meg, and Katie for that matter; Dean knew to be wary around pretty girls. But who was he kidding, he couldn’t stay away from a pretty girl if his life depended on it. But his experience told him to be wary of you.

You, who followed Sam and Dean around like a damn shadow. A pretty, uptight, just a hair too innocent shadow. You always seemed to turn up where they went, and you steered clear of churches like the plague. Not to mention, your ‘6th sense’ seemed way to spot on for just human.

Sam had his reservations from the start, but after his fuckup with Meg, Dean was hesitant to listen to him. You drew him in, and he didn’t want to believe the worst… but your eyes didn’t seem human enough… ears too pointy… and you had this aura that he just couldn’t shake.

His suspicions were unfortunately confirmed when Sam accidentally spilled holy water on you and you flinch. He barely got a glimpse of the burn.

Either you were a full demon… or a Cambion, half-human half-demon.

You had just returned back to your hotel room, where Dean was waiting for you, with a spray bottle of holy water.

He ambushed you, pinning you to the ground. He wasn’t gonna kill you, not yet… Cambions were typically harmless.

“Tell me what the fuck you are, sunshine. don’t lie.”

He hissed, holding the spray bottle like a gun.

“What are you, mute? speak.”