When you were 16, you met the Winchesters. They stayed sometimes with
you and Bobby, when John thought the hunt was too important to have to take
care of two kids at the same time, though they weren’t kids. When you first met
them, Dean was 17 and Sam 13.
After Bobby introduced you to them and you led them to their room, you
went to check on the lasagna you were preparing. It’s not that you cooked all
the time, even if you had visits, but Bobby wanted to have a family atmosphere
the day you met the brothers. They were like family to Bobby and he wanted you
to feel the same way.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard a deep voice say from behind.
When you turned around, you saw it was Dean. He was walking towards you with
the flirtiest smirk ever. Bobby had warned you about the older brother’s
tendency to flirt with every human being that possessed boobs, so you weren’t
“Hey,” you answered innocently with a kind smile on your face,
not paying much attention to him but to the food you had just taken out the oven.
“So, what do you say about you and me, snick out late tonight and
go watch a movie,” Dean was biting his lip and taking small and slow
steps, closing the space between you two. You tried to avoid it but you
couldn’t hold it any more. The sound of your laughter floded the kitchen as
tears run through your cheeks. You leaned on the kitchen table to avoid falling
to the floor leaving a confused Dean standing in front of you. It wasn’t that
he messed up or something, it was good and you would’ve probably fall for it if
the situation was different. But it wasn’t.
“Bobby! You son of a bitch!” you called within laughs.
“He did it, you bastard! Here’s your money!” you said taking 15 bucks
from your back pocket and handing them to Bobby. After delivering the cash, you
collapse to the ground, grabbing your stomach, which hurt from laughing so
“Did he say the ‘sweetheart’ too?” Bobby said imitating Dean
and chuckling as you nodded, unable to answer with words and still on the
floor. He then looked at a bewildered Dean and explained him the situation.
“You see Dean, I love you as my own. I really do, but I don’t think it’s a
good idea for you to have one of your one-night stands with her,” he was
smiling at the boy, who was very accepting because he respected Bobby and his
opinions. “So… we did a little bet. I told her about your m.o. for hitting
on girls and we bet if you’d do the same with her. Of course, I won,” he
said triumphantly holding the 15 dollars in the air.
“I shouldn’t make it awkward for her. I guess we’re gonna see each
other often so I’ll leave her alone,” Dean accepted and helped you get up.
“We’ll have to cancel our night out, sweetheart,” he smirked as if he
expected you to complain.
“Yep, too bad,” you said. You could’ve been talking about throwing
an overdue yogurt and it wouldn’t have changed anything. Of course, you thought
he was hot and you didn’t even try to deny it, but you weren’t the kind of girl
that throws herself to the nearest good-looking guy.
During dinner, you all chatted normally, though the topic of
conversation was monsters and not what you were learning at the moment at
school, like an ordinary family’s conversation. It was pleasant and you got to
know the boys better and they knew more about you too. Sam, the sweetest of the
two, complemented your lasagna more than once during lunch and you loved it
every time, thanking him. Dean nodded every time his brother told you how
delicious it was, as he had always his mouth full. Not that he cared, but Bobby
had scowled him several times for doing so.
“Bobby told me you know about cars,” you told Dean who looked
at you curiously. Normally girls wouldn’t talk to him about cars, though you
were the first female hunter he met. You were different from others, as your
priorities weren’t make up and clothes but saving people from supernatural
shit. Your hobbies weren’t going to the mall or gossip but fixing cars you
thought were cool at Bobby’s car scrapyard and playing Poker with cocky hunters
that thought a little girl like you wouldn’t be able to win.
“Yeah, why?” the older brother asked with his mouth full of
food. Bobby looked at him sterny, but the young hunter shrugged him off
“Cause I’ve got my eye on a '70 Dodge Challenger but it doesn’t
start and I can’t seem to find the problem. I already painted it dark blue,
changed the oil and repaired the distributor and hydraulic converter. I was
wondering if you could help me,” you were eager to go and make your new
“Sure, no problem. I didn’t know you knew about cars,” he
tried to hide his excitement and surprise but failed. You chuckled at his
“Oh yeah, (y/n) loves it. She spends all the time searching for
cars to fix,” Bobby explained with a grin on his face, showing how proud
After you finished eating you went to your room to change your clothes
to ones that could get dirty without you minding about it. You took Dean to the
garage where you kept your baby and explained him everything you did and how
you did it, just in case you’ve done it wrongly. That was not the case though.
Everything was perfect and after inspecting the car, Dean had the diagnosis.
“Dodge here has some cables cut, don’t know why but it’s easy to
repair so in a few hours we’ll be able to take him out for a ride,” he was
talking like if he was a mechanic himself trying to impress you with his
professional tone. You forced him to talk about your car as a he and
not a she, threatening not to cook again. He agreed, gritting
his teeth, trying to discuss about it but he only got ignored by you about the
issue. He glanced at you from time to time to check if you were falling into
his game but you were too busy paying attention to your damn car to even look
at him. But he then cursed himself as he realized he was feeling jealous of a
“Thanks, Dean!” you’ve been attempting to repair it for weeks
and you were so excited that now you would be able to drive it, you didn’t
realize you were hugging him tightly. “Oh, sorry,” you chuckled
nervously as you let go of him and after an awkward silence with nervous
snickers from both you, you added, “Well, we should probably start fixing
it, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” your companion was relieved and
grateful you could find something to say to end that awkward moment; a task he
failed to do himself.
After a few hours, you finished repairing it. You laughed and had a good
time after you overcame the awkwardness. Dean told you about some weird hunts
he’s been to and you told him about yourself. When the car was ready, you
informed Bobby you would be going to take Dodge for a ride with the older
Winchester. After Dean named him like that, you both came to the conclusion it
was a good name for him.
“You really don’t give a damn 'bout speeding limits, do you,
(y/n)?” Dean laughed besides you, as you sped through the dirt streets.
“No, why? Do you?” you asked in a mocking tone, laughing at
his expression. He had the most 'are you kidding me?’ face
you’ve ever seen.
“No! Are you kidding me?” he said in a dramatic way with a
hand on his chest, acting offended by your comment. You kept talking like that,
laughing and having a good time until you got bored from driving and went back
Back at home, you took a shower and had dinner. You watched a movie with
Sam while Dean and Bobby had a beer together talking about God knows what while
playing Poker. Your first day with both brothers was better than you expected
it to be. You enjoyed every moment and went to sleep with a smile on your face.