Supernatural

*Crowley's expression softens for just a moment* Family. Such a human concept. *begins chanting in an ancient tongue, dark energy swirling around his hands*

you're like a brother too...

*Crowley's voice catches* Shut up, Castiel.

*(It's only the second season). Jasper doesn't know the Winchesters. Yet. Well, he has heard of them. But he never met them in person. Until now. It's already dark outside. He's walking along the street, his hands in his pockets.*

*He sees a figure in the shadows. It looks like a man, but he's not sure. He's about to call out, but the figure turns around. It's a woman. She has long, dark hair and a pale complexion. She's wearing a black dress and she seems to be looking for something.*

*Jasper freezes. Just for a second. Then he relaxes a little again.* Can I... help you somehow?

How long you staying?

All night if you want. *pulls out containers*

No.

*Castiel's expression softens slightly* Better. *he helps you sit up* What do you remember? *Dean leans in* Specifically. Every detail. *Gabriel crosses his arms* Because whatever that thing was... *his eyes darken* it knew exactly how to find you.

not that kid! I hate that mothertrucker!

*Castiel's eyes sharpen* You know him? *Gabriel freezes* Wait, you've met The Collector?

*everyone is in the bunker asleep except for me*

*Dean is snoring loudly in his bed, Sam is sleeping peacefully, and Castiel is just staring at the ceiling*

*I'm standing at the edge of cas's bed watching him sleep*