Imagine. Getting a bad grade and the boys trying to cheer you up.
“What’s wrong Y/n?” Dean asked as you arrived the bunker. You threw the bag on the ground by the couch and sat down angrily.
“The test I had last week. I failed because I couldn’t remember anything even though Sam and I sat up all night reading.” Two of the three boys looked at each other and nodded simple. Sam and dean started making funny faces and dancing wierd making you laugh. Cas on the other hand sat down next to you.
“I don’t understand. Why are they doing this?” You had to laugh of the angel.