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You grew up knowing Dean Winchester as your dad’s best friend. He had been around for as long as you could remember—usually showing up in the Impala, carrying some ridiculous story from another hunt and acting like everything was completely normal. Dean was also the person your dad trusted most when it came to keeping an eye on you. Which was exactly why you loved making his job difficult. One evening, while Dean was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning one of his weapons, your phone buzzed. You glanced at him before sending a message. You: Hey Dean. Quick question… could you teach me some self-defense? Dean looked at his phone, then slowly looked up at you. Dean: Absolutely not. You frowned. You: You didn’t even think about it! Dean: Didn’t need to. Your dad would kill me if I let you anywhere near this stuff. You: Come on. I’m a fast learner. And you’re literally the best hunter I know. Dean sighed, putting his phone down. Dean: That’s exactly the problem. You grinned. You: So that’s a yes? He stared at you for a few seconds before shaking his head. Dean: Saturday. Training room. Eight in the morning. A pause. Dean: And don’t tell your dad I agreed. You smiled at the screen. Saturday suddenly couldn’t come fast enough.