With another day of hunting thrown back behind the wheels, you soon remembered that there wasn't anywhere you would rather be, nor no one you'd rather be with. Amber, was the best friend that no one knew they wanted, but couldn't imagine life without.

    Around three days ago, you both got a message from the Winchester boys, asking for help on their latest case. It seemed odd for the pair to be asking for help, seeing as they single-handedly started, then stopped the apocalypse. But you enjoyed the company they kept, so you both decided to chime in on the case, It must be a big one if they asked for help after all.

    The drive up to the bunker was long and horrendous, you both enjoyed each other...but there is such thing as too much of a good thing. While Amber drove, you didn't pay much attention to the world around you, passing vehicles and towns didn't seem to spark much conversation between you too. But the lingering argument between you two was as strong as ever when Dean had text you and said the Cas was going to be there. You told Amber but the blush was not hidden from her face.

    "What's so funny?" She demanded.

    "Nothing, I just find it funny how you get flustered when you hear about your favorite angel in the garrison."

    Amber smiled but refused to admit anything. You pressed on.

"You're thinking about him. Aren't you?"

    Amber shoved you with her free hand and a forced laughter bellowed throughout the vehicle. "Shut up, I am not."

    "Oh I think you are, that would be the reason for your blushing."

    "Don't make me mention him. Why's he even texting you anyway?" Amber eyes you suspiciously. "Is he asking for pics, cause I'll hurt him If he is."

    You laughed. Dean may have been your favorite from the Team Free Will line-up, but that didn't mean anything...right?

    The dirt road leading to the bunker was vacant and empty, then again...for the Winchesters, that was the point. But the dirt coming up onto the vehicle's paint-job made you grumble under your breath. But as you hit a pothole and you jumped from your seat, your anger progressed.

    "Easy with her." You hiss at Amber.

    She rolled her eyes and smirked at you. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Deanna. I think you'll be fine, it's just a car."

    You huffed out. Though you supposed it didn't really matter, you could wash the vehicle when you get to the bunker anyway. You knew how well Dean keeps care of his beloved Impala.

    When you finally reached the bunker, Amber ignored your warning of parking farther away.

    "It's fine, who comes out here anyway?" She asked as she slowed the vehicle, and turned off the ignition. You felt the rumble of the vehicle s=come to a complete stop. Then silence.

    You stepped out of the vehicle and grabbed your singular duffle bag each, walking towards the bunker's entrance.

    You give a singular knock before the door is jolted open by Castiel, standing by eagerly awaiting your arrival. You hoped more of Amber's arrival as opposed to your own.

    "Ah, if it isn't our favorite celestial being." You smiled and putting Cas into a hug quickly.

    "Hello Y/n." He smiled slightly, he looked over at Amber and his smile brightened.

    You stepped through the door into the bunker, it felt nostalgic in the sense of the word. Like stepping into a time machine. But that high feeling soon passed when you remembered why you were there, It wasn't to enjoy yourself, that was for damn sure.

    Walking slowly down the steep steps, making yourself almost certain that you wouldn't fall or trip. But that last damn step got you and you fell slowly, waiting for the hard impact of the floor to collide with your chest. Not being able to save yourself the embarrassment to come. But that embarrassment never came, nor did that ego destroying fall. As you gathered your confusion into a small ball inside your head, playing with the notion that someone had caught you...That seemed to make the most sense to you.

    You open your tightly shut eyes and looked up slowly. You realize your embarrassment would not be saved, as the one who caught had to be Dean Winchester. You mentally curse yourself for being caught in this predicament.

    "Glad to see you, Y/n."

    Damn his voice! You thought to yourself. Is there anything that isn't good about you?

    "Well probably a lot of things, but maybe not. I'm pretty great."

    You blink a few times, thinking about what he said and where he would have gotten it from. Fuck sakes, I said that out loud didn't I?

    "I uh...yeah, you are." You managed to stutter out.

    "Can you guys please just kiss and get it over with?" Another voice beamed out into the vast library. You look to the right and see Sam smiling brightly at you.

    "Sammy!" You yell excitedly, breaking from Dean's grasp to go over and hug Sam eagerly. You could have sworn you heard Dean say something angrily under his breath, but you weren't quite sure.

    "What happened to you?" You asked Sam, laughing slightly in the process.

    He fake pouts. "What to do you mean? I didn't change that much, did I?"

    "You're a 6'7 towering Moose now!"

    "6'4 actually." He smiled brightly.

    "Ok, ladies. Meet-and-greet time is over. We should talk about the case." Dean yells over everyone. We all follow him into the other half of the library, he said that this was the area they used to discuss plans, whatever that means.

    You all piled to the solid oak table, Dean sitting close to you, Amber and Cas sitting across from you. Sam had taken the front of the table and laid out his laptop. We all leaned in to look at the picture he had on screen. It was of two men, one was slightly taller than the other with black hair and big-rimmed glasses. He looked very happy and his sweater read: -I'm not gay, but $20 is $20-. The other man was a different story, he was smiling brightly, his hair was a darker brown, his glasses were of a similar frame. Though his shirt had no words, it was just a basic grey long sleeve.
    "These guys are who we're after," Sam spoke, clicking to a Youtube page that was currently paused on a video. It looked to be the first man you saw with headphones.

    "His name is Mark Fischbach. Or so he says."

    You nodded as Sam turned to yet another Youtube page, this time with the other man in the picture with a similar setup.
    "And this is Sean Mcloughlin."
    "So...what? They just look like Youtube stars to me." Amber stated. "They don't look like they could hurt anyone."

    "So get this." Sam started, clicking on another picture. It was Mark in a suit, his hair was ruffled and his eyes were black. Demon. "These guys are actually just using Sean and Mark as meat suits. Their real names are Antisepticeye and Darkiplier."

"How are you sure they're demons? These guys work with computers all day, they could have just edited in the eyes and what not." You speculate. It made sense after all.

"That's what we thought too until I found this-" Sam clicked on an article titled "Youtube Stars Found Dead In Alleyway."

"Youtuber's, Arin Hanson, and Dan Avidan were found dead in the alleyway four days ago. They had severe cuts and bruises all over their bodies and No one knew what they were doing there." Dean explained, glancing you up and down.

"That doesn't explain how Mark and Sean, or even Anti and Dark had anything to do with it. What places them at the scene?" Amber argued. You could tell she thought this case was a load of nothing.

"We called the LAPD and asked about what had happened that night. They said it looked like nothing special, but they found it odd how the best friend didn't seem at all shocked when they questioned him."

"Let me guess-" You trailed off. "Mark?"

Dean nodded. "Smart and pretty, it's a win-win."

You blushed slightly and shrugged. You noticed Amber had a playful expression on her face and you wanted nothing more than to slap it off her.

"They then questioned Mark's girlfriend, and other best friend, Tyler. They both said that Mark was spending an awful lot of time with Sean recently, but it wasn't strange since he flew to L.A a week earlier."

"Still doesn't place them there," Amber explained again.

"Tyler had mentioned that he smelled sulfur throughout the house on days that Mark and Sean were there, and they would often be gone for hours at a time, not telling anyone where they were," Sam added, the then clicked on yet another page and it had an event calendar for a Pax Prime convention, just a few hours from the bunker.

"They'll be here in two days." Dean pointed out. "We can get gank 'em there."

You all had reached an agreement that you would head out in about twenty minutes, leaving the boys enough time to pack and get ready. But before Dean could leave the library, you stopped him.

"Hey, Dean?"

He glanced back at you with a small smile. "Yeah, beautiful?"

You blush yet again by the strange compliment, but remember your train of thought. "This seems like a fairly easy case, why did you need Amber and me?"

"Because we need two rockin' babes to distract them for a bit." He looks you up and down slowly, licking his lips before meeting your eyes. "Especially you."

A few beats of silence pass between you two before you break his gaze. You look down at the floor quickly. You feel his clasp your chin and take a step closer to you, he lips your chin up to meet his gaze again but says nothing for several seconds.

"By the way-" Dean trails off. "You brought a dress like I asked, right?"

You couldn't think of anything to say, so you simply nodded.

"Good, cause I plan to take it off you myself after the hunt." He smirks then walks out of the room, leaving you alone to replay the scene in your head over and over again. You swallow your pride and walk outside to meet Amber.

This was going to be a long hunt.