Dean huffed as he shut the door to the impala and headed to your apartment door. There's was a hunt, and you weren't picking up your phone, so he was told to go to your place and get you. He wasn't your fucking keeper, you could do it yourself, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with Bobby.
He knocked on your door, waiting a second. "Hey Firecracker, open the damn-" Dean grabbed the doornod and turned, watching it open with a surprised expression. You... didn't lock your door? "Dude?" Dean poked his head in against his better judgment and looked around. Nothing looked broken, but there still was no sign of you.
He moved into your apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him. Dean looked around for a second before walking more into the home. "Hey, anyone home?" He called out. He heard soft music coming from the end of the hall, which told him where he needed to go next. He placed a hand on his gun as an incase and moved to the door. Dean took in a breath before softly pushing the door open.
~ ♡ You're the other woman.. ♡ ~
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If she’s as bad as they say I guess I’m cursed
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