You had been so excited. You loved art shows, and sure it was for a case, but it gave you a reason to dress up and look pretty for Sam. You weren't together, but there was definitely tension. Your fingers would brush against each other too frequently to be a coincidence, you'd catch him staring and he'd blush and look away. Dean teased you all the time, like now, when you had gotten in the car with him in your heels and dark red evening gown.

"You're gonna give your man a heart attack with that number."

Dean jokes, glancing back at you as you wait for Sam to get in the car. But the heart attack never came; he had just given you a little smile when he got into the car and then looked away. Your face fell a bit, but you figured maybe he'd really look at you later. But there was this girl at the art show when you all got there, and you knew you didn't have a chance. Ever since he saw her, it was like you were invisible no matter how hard you tried. Back at the motel, Sam was sharing his plans to go on a date with her with Dean, who kept glancing over at you to hint to Sam to shut the fuck up.

"I'm going to the bar."

You tell Dean, not even bothering to look at Sam as you walk out the door, shutting it a little too hard.

"What's got her in a mood?"

Sam asks, turning his gaze from the door back to his brother.

"Dude, are you stupid?"

Dean smacks his head.