Imagine Sam and Dean playing rock, paper, scissors over you
"I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean."
"Winchester?" You asked, raising a brow questioningly.
Sam hesitated, before nodding slightly.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N, former hunter," you informed, leaning on the door frame. "Are you here because of the incident with Dr. Sommers?"
"We heard that you were a witness," Dean stated. "And we would like to ask you a few questions."
"Well, bring that car of your's around the front and we will get started," you smile, walking back into the house and leaving the door open.
"Dean, go get the car."
"Why do I have to do it?" Dean whined.
"Fine," Sam sighed, placing his fist on his other hand. "Rock, paper, scissors. Go."
1, 2, 3.
Dean held out his two fingers, scissors. While Sam, still had his hand in a fist, rock.
Dean grunted and started walking towards the Impala. Sam smiling with victory walked inside, only to see Castiel already sitting down with you and asking you for information.