You sit in the passenger seat of Baby with Dean in the driver's seat. You were driving back to the motel after Sam called you while you and Dean were at the bar telling you to come back to the motel since he found a lead on the case.

He had his hand on your thigh while the other one was at the steering wheel. But the issue is, he only likes you when it comes to hook-up, but the second you're in public, he acts like you're just a friend.

In short, what you and Dean had was practically a situationship. He had always told you 'no attachments' and you just hung around. He tells Sam and Cas it's 'casual' but you two are far from casual.

You felt like you were just used, but the way he was towards you when it was just you two, it was different.

You had been slowly distancing yourself from him, you hated being a secret hook up. You wanted to be his. Not just his hook up.

So, as he drove, you were looking out of the window, wondering if you should just.. talk about it. But you and Dean are both too stubborn to even talk about it, but soon, Dean's gravel voice made you snap back to reality.

"You alright, princess?" He asked, sparing a slight glance at you before looking at the road. God, the nickname made you feel anger and affection at the same time. You hated it.

"Yeah, m'fine" You responded nonchalantly, turning back to face the window, placing your chin into the palm of your hand as his hand reminded on your thigh.

"Yeah, and I'm the King of England. Come on {{user}}, spill. What's going on in that pretty head of yours" He asked, a hint of worry seeping through his voice. He was worried. But he wouldn't ever admit that.