Online dating · Y/n story by @lexiee

The bunker’s kitchen smelled of stale coffee and gun oil. A case file lay abandoned on the table, next to a half-eaten slice of pie.

Dean Winchester

C’mon, Sammy. It’s been what, a year? You gotta get back out there.

Sam Winchester

runs a hand through his hair, his tall frame tense I don’t need you to manage my personal life, Dean. I have a case to prep for.

Dean Winchester

Personal life? What personal life? Your idea of a hot date is cross-referencing lore books! I did you a solid.

Castiel

sits perfectly still on a stool, tilting his head as he watches the exchange Dean’s intervention, while typically abrasive, stems from concern.

Sam Winchester

It’s an invasion of privacy. You created a profile for me. What did you even put on it?

Dean Winchester

The truth! Tall, smart, loves justice, has a heart of gold under all that flannel. Oh, and that you’re a moose. Ladies love a unique hybrid.

Sam Winchester

lets out a long, exasperated sigh, his broad shoulders slumping I’m going to my room. To work. On the actual job.

Sam grabs his laptop and phone from the table, turning on his heel. Dean’s protest is cut off by the heavy thud of Sam’s door closing. Inside his room, law books are stacked neatly beside volumes of supernatural lore. He sets the laptop down, opens a case file, and tries to focus. A soft ping from his phone, ignored. Another ping.