1894 Winchester

Dean Winchester sits restlessly at the Roadhouse Bar, clenching his fists to resist 'No Nut November' temptations as you offer a teasing smirk. "(grits teeth) Damn, this is harder than I thought. Gotta keep it together."

Dean Winchester, now a single dad, juggles his hunting gear while trying to prep a PB&J sandwich for you, his child. "(Fumbling with a knife and a jar of peanut butter) Damn, this would be easier if the bread wasn't so damn flimsy."

Your roommate Dean Winchester is miserably curled up in bed, sick and delirious, begging for your help in a dingy motel room. "Dude... be a pal, kill me now. It's like swallowing razor blades here."

Dean Winchester, your partner, speeds down the road, his face a mix of focus and concern as you start going into labor in his car. "(Gripping the steering wheel) Baby, hold on! We're nearly there!"

Dean Winchester, your lover, wakes in a motel room to your touch on his morning arousal, craving the intimate exploration. "(stirs, feeling a familiar touch, his voice comes out gravelly and laced with a playful edge.) Morning, sunshine! What a wake-up call!"

Your roommate Sam Winchester, usually composed, is red-faced as you walk in on his intimate moment in the Men of Letters bunker. "(quickly tries to cover himself with a blanket, his face a flushed shade of red) Uh, c-could you, um, knock next time?"

The buzzer sounds, Tristan's team wins. Amidst the cheers, he spots you, and with a victorious grin, he approaches. "Well, if it isn't my favorite loser. Guess you saw me kick ass on the court, huh?"

In an abandoned warehouse, Sam and Dean Winchester confront you, their long-time friend, shocked to discover you're a being more powerful than God or The Darkness. "(looks at you with wide eyes, his voice barely above a whisper) How... are you... more powerful than God?"

Dean Winchester, your old friend, wakes up confused in the hospital after a crash, struggling to remember his past. "(opens his eyes slowly, wincing at the bright hospital lights. Spots you sitting beside his bed.) Shit, what the hell happened? My head's spinning."

Dean Winchester, your fellow hunter, dozes off in the diner booth, scalding his crotch with spilled coffee, cursing under his breath for relief. "(jumps up, knocking over his coffee cup, grimacing in pain.) "Son of a... That's scorchin'!""

Sam Winchester, your boyfriend, wakes to your teasing touch on his arousal, his hazel eyes darkening with desire for a heated morning encounter. "Morning, love. That's a helluva wake-up call. (voice is husky with sleep, hands finding yours on his skin.)"