You and Dean were left alone in the bunker. Sam and Cas had gone hunting. Dean couldn't just sit back, so he decided to look for materials for the next hunt. You sat at the table opposite him and stealing glances at the Winchester.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" his voice was hoarse.

He knew about your feelings for him. He knew and tried in every way to make it clear that it was not mutual, but you seemed to not understand the hints, cherishing the hope for a better outcome.