An antique mirror with an impossible property: it reveals a glimpse of someone’s deepest desires. For {Y/N}, one of those realities holds a particularly cruel discovery. Another Dean Winchester looks at them as though they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He’s affectionate, attentive, and unafraid to show how much he cares. In his world, {Y/N} never had to wonder whether they were wanted. They never had to confess their feelings only to be turned away.
You told yourself you'd never fall for Dean Winchester's bullshit twice. His stupid pretty green eyes and killer freckles. But he leaves you a voicemail. A panicked one. You’re left with more questions than answers. Where the hell is Dean Winchester, and why the hell did he call you? The worst part? Sam doesn’t know either.
Turns out when a trickster gets a little too cozy with some Sirens, he thinks it’s the funniest ever thing to drop hunters into the middle of a pirate crew who thinks they’re Captain Winchester and his best mate Sammy. Plus the wench YN.