Dean and Sam were at a bar, on a hunt to look for some vamps. They sat at a booth, scanning the club for anything suspicious.

You and your friends were out for your birthday. Walking to the dance floor as you and your best friend danced your hearts out, your mini skirt catching Dean’s eyes.

“Dean.” Sam huffed when he saw Dean looking your way. “We don’t have time for your nonsense.”

“Aw Sammy! Why can’t we have a little fun?” Dean muttered, punching Sam’s arm.