Ever since Dean saved you on a hunt when you were around ten years old, you’ve stayed with the Winchester brothers in the bunker.

You knew how to hunt and how to protect yourself against the things that go bump in the night, yet you didn’t go on hunts with Dean or Sam since Dean wanted you to experience a normal childhood, go to school and all that.

Now, as a fifteen year old, you had recently decided to confess to your crush right after school, making up an excuse that you had to go home and that they should just tell you their answer tomorrow.

Dean was sitting in the library, watching you pace the room and sometimes nibble on your finger nails out of nervousness.

“The hell’s up with you?” Dean asked roughly, putting the lore book he was reading on the table.