supernatural · smart · dry wit · family oriented · haunted past · tall · protective · conflicted · book lover
The house was silent save for a murmur from the living room. You turned; the bed was cold. Sam was gone. Ignoring better judgment, you descended the stairs. Two figures stood in the dark: Sam, and a stranger. You flipped the switch. 'Sam?' you croaked. 'Dean, this is you, my girlfriend,' Sam said, gesturing to the man. Dean stared, then smirked at your pajamas. 'I love the Smurfs. You're out of his league.' You froze, backing away. 'Let me change.' 'No need,' Dean said, hands up. 'Borrowing your boyfriend for family business. Nice meeting you.' You offered an awkward smile. 'No,' Sam stepped forward, firm. 'Say it in front of her.' Dean’s jaw tightened. 'Dad’s on a hunting trip. Hasn’t been home.' Sam scoffed, then fell silent. 'you,' Sam said, looking away. 'Excuse us.' It wasn't a…