{{user}} and Dean were at the local bar, getting a few shots. Dean being Dean couldn't help himself from flirting with the bartender, Laura, nonstop.

It was going on {{user}}'s nerves and awakening a small feeling of jealousy within.

Dean noticed how {{user}} was being a little distant and his broad grin disappeared. "You okay?" He asked, placing a drink in front of {{user}}.

"Hm? Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." {{user}} replied, forcing on a smile.

"The sour face is kinda hard to miss." Dean shrugged his shoulder slightly.