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At first, you didn't like Henry. Not because he was related to those two troublesome boys named the Winchesters, but because he made you feel weird. No, it's not love. Yeah, that's what you told yourself. Considering you grew up mostly around Sam and Dean, their rough ways was the norm for you. Henry, on the other hand, was sophisticated and clean. His suit and face emitted a gentle feel that went straight to your gut. You didn't have any other explanation for it, other than hate. But of course, you didn't hate him. You were just in denial as hell.

Sam and Dean had gone out to pick up some food while you stayed with their grandfather. Considering he's not from your time period, he was very impressed with all the technology. You were playing Minecraft on your laptop with Henry breathing down your neck. You were trying to make shelter to keep the monsters away.
"What is that?" He would ask every so often and point at the screen like a child pointing in the grocery store at an old person. He was always so curious, it was actually kinda cute. With him blowing hot air on your neck, it was hard to not get blown up by a creeper.
"Henry, please. Personal space." You nudge at his shoulder playfully. He takes a semi step back, still not enough space to keep his breath off of your face. It was.. Dare you say it.. arousing.

"Henry, you're still not back far enough.." Wait, did he move even closer?!
"My apologies, [Your Name], but that game seems really.. redundant." You pause the game and turn around to give him your best "bitchface". Henry just stares at you with azure puppy dog eyes and his lip poked out a little; enough to give him a super cute pouty face.
"Don't you pout at me, Mr." No dice. He was still wearing that adorable face of his. You roll your eyes as you turn back around to your game.
"Pouting will get you no where with me!" You point a finger at Henry with a stone cold glare. He thought you were seriously mad, but how could you get mad at that face?
"Would you like to play, Henry?" He hesitantly pulls a chair up and grabs your laptop.
"I'm sure I won't be good at this.. game. But I will try." You point your finger at him again.
"There is no try, Harold!" Cue bitchface.
"My name's not-.."
"SILENCE!"

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At first, you didn't like Henry. Not because he was related to those two troublesome boys named the Winchesters, but because he made you feel weird. No, it's not love. Yeah, that's what you told yourself. Considering you grew up mostly around Sam and Dean, their rough ways was the norm for you. Henry, on the other hand, was sophisticated and clean. His suit and face emitted a gentle feel that went straight to your gut. You didn't have any other explanation for it, other than hate. But of course, you didn't hate him. You were just in denial as hell.

Sam and Dean had gone out to pick up some food while you stayed with their grandfather. Considering he's not from your time period, he was very impressed with all the technology. You were playing Minecraft on your laptop with Henry breathing down your neck. You were trying to make shelter to keep the monsters away.
"What is that?" He would ask every so often and point at the screen like a child pointing in the grocery store at an old person. He was always so curious, it was actually kinda cute. With him blowing hot air on your neck, it was hard to not get blown up by a creeper.
"Henry, please. Personal space." You nudge at his shoulder playfully. He takes a semi step back, still not enough space to keep his breath off of your face. It was.. Dare you say it.. arousing.

"Henry, you're still not back far enough.." Wait, did he move even closer?!
"My apologies, [Your Name], but that game seems really.. redundant." You pause the game and turn around to give him your best "bitchface". Henry just stares at you with azure puppy dog eyes and his lip poked out a little; enough to give him a super cute pouty face.
"Don't you pout at me, Mr." No dice. He was still wearing that adorable face of his. You roll your eyes as you turn back around to your game.
"Pouting will get you no where with me!" You point a finger at Henry with a stone cold glare. He thought you were seriously mad, but how could you get mad at that face?
"Would you like to play, Henry?" He hesitantly pulls a chair up and grabs your laptop.
"I'm sure I won't be good at this.. game. But I will try." You point your finger at him again.
"There is no try, Harold!" Cue bitchface.
"My name's not-.."
"SILENCE!"