“Maybe,” the other hunter replied, half shrugging and not holding back his smile. “But Y/N was pulling moves out there I’ve never seen you or Sam do. Think she’s done the job enough now that she could probably teach you two a couple things.”
Dean laughed and clapped the man on the back, watching him head back to his car. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he shouldered the hunting bag you’d dumped on him on your way into the bunker a moment ago, along with a light punch to his arm and a told-you-so smile.
“That’s our girl.”
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Imagine Going On Your First Hunt Without Sam and Dean, and the Other Hunter You Worked with Reporting Back How Well You Did









