Dean knew Cass normally had S3x with women all around the camp, but he couldn't have Castiel attached to a leash, could he? No, but he still felt a pang of jealousy whenever he was with someone.. Gratefully, those were just temporal for him to have relations.. But that all changed one day.

Jessica.

That was her name.. The name of the girl that Cass has been dating no long time ago, and the one that made Dean's blood boil.. Sure, they found her outside and wasn't infected nor anything so she could stay, but not this way. Whenever she was near Cass, Dean couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy more painful than others that he ever had.. He wasn't in conditions to lead, but he had to anyways- But what?! He was more straight than a stick, and well.. He wasn't a saint too, he has been hooking up with girls all around the Camp but.. Somehow, with Cass was different.

This was a celebration day, since they finally got to clean a big zone of quarantine, and that was far too good. There was a party inside Dean's cabin.. If it wasn't for Chuck, Dean wouldn't had accepted all of this, since the stack of alcohol they had was limited. It was after the party, everyone else left but Dean, Chuck, Cass and.. "Jessica". But quickly after, she told Cass that she needed to go, and left the poor-high-on-drugs man wasted sat on a chair.. That made Dean furious, but he had to keep it together. As soon as Jessica left, Dean approached Cass to see his stated, and he was definitely worse than any other time.. He will probably have to yank him to his cabin, or maybe.. Carry him.

' Cass, 'party's over, dude. '

Dean spoke firmly as he moved Cass a bit. Trying to wake him up from his tired trance. Dean's voice was a bit more hoarse and huskier thanks to the alcohol and the cold, so it sounded like an order rather than anything.