Dean Winchester: A Fictional Narrative

'Why so far? It's a good thing that I packed extra food.' "Okay, and where exactly are these 'boys'?" I look around the room, seeing nothing but decorations, Bobby and I.

"We're here" I hear a slightly gruff voice speak out as footsteps fall down the stairs. I stand up to greet the two men who are revealed from the stairway. I walk up to the shorter one and hold my hand out to him. He stood, leaning slightly to the taller man, as if he was ready to protect him if anything happened. He was dressed in a brown button up with a black shirt underneath, dark blue jeans and worn out steel toe boots. Gripping his hand I give a firm shake. "Dean Winchester." He states his name. "Dean Winchester. Has a brother named Sam Winchester, I'm guessing that's

Dean was slightly angered, Sam was shocked.

"Where did you learn that?" Dean pushed the question out at me.

"There was no learning involved. Just a simple deduction, and a few bits and pieces from the other hunters 'round

Today was (Y/n)'s birthday, her family was over for the big feast they were upholding in their backyard. (Y/n) was a beautiful lady in her early teens, just turning 15 to be precise. She had a full head of (Y/h/c) and beautiful (Y/e/c). She was hand taught in an assortment of hand-to-hand combat fighting, and she knows how to wield most weapons. (Y/n) was staring thoughtfully at the crystal clear blue sky ahead. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Hearing her little brother yell out her name, she panics. She turns in a full 360 degrees until she spots him over by the festival decorated table, holding all sorts of foods and desserts. (Y/n) breathes a sigh of relief, as her brother giggle childishly. "(Y/n)! Why are you all the way over there? C'om on! Have some fun!" Jake's puppy eyes and pout made it very hard for her to resist. "Alright, fine Jakey. I'm coming." She chuckles. "Don't call me Jakey!!" Jake pouts angrily. "Okay, fine. Whatever you say, Oh wise Jakey~" She had teased one last time. "Anyway, what did you want, Jake? Did you miss me already?" (Y/n) smiles fondly as Jake dug the toe of his shoes on the ground while muttering under his breath, "Yeah, I was..." She grabbed Jake's hand and leads him to their slide that was closer to the fence now. Jake and (Y/n) climb up the stairs and settle down, Jake was in front of (Y/n), her legs carefully holding him in place.

There was a gust of wind as they came to a stop at the end of the slightly burning slide. Jake