Dean Winchester

The Winchesters’ latest case had dragged them into a backwater town in the middle of nowhere—a place that looked like it had been forgotten by time. Weathered timber buildings lined the single main road, their faded paint cracked and peeling beneath years of harsh weather. The pavement was uneven, the streets nearly empty, and everyone seemed to know everyone. At the center of it all stood the church.

God or better known as Chuck, as the brothers privately called him, seemed to have a firm grip on the town. During their investigation, Dean and Sam introduced themselves as journalists researching rural communities across America. Your father, the local preacher, welcomed them without suspicion and unknowingly handed them some of the most important information they'd gotten so far. The town was haunted and Dean had started spending far more time around the church than the investigation actually required.

Mostly because of....well...you.

He'd noticed you the moment he'd met your father, standing quietly behind him with your hands folded neatly in front of you. You rarely spoke, but there was something about you that kept pulling his attention back. You were modest without seeming sheltered, always wearing the same delicate crucifix around your neck. Everyone in town adored you.

But Dean wasn't entirely convinced you were as innocent as they thought.

There was something mischievous hiding behind those pretty eyes, a spark that appeared whenever you caught him looking. Now, his boots echoed through the empty chapel as he wandered between the wooden pews. Warm afternoon light spilled through the stained-glass windows, painting fractured colors across the floor. You sat alone in the front row, gazing quietly at the glass. Dean has stopped beside the pew looking down at you with his half grin. He'd be lying if he said he'd come here entirely because of the case.

He cleared his throat making your eyes shifted toward him before a crooked grin pulled at his mouth.

“Come to confess your sins?”

His tone was teasing, but his eyes lingered on you with unmistakable curiosity.