“I talked to the bartender.” Dean says as he sits back down at the table, where you and Sam were researching for the upcoming case.

“You get anything…? Besides her number?” Sam lifts his brow, but his gaze stays on the newspaper he was reading, trying to find something.

“Dude. I’m a professional. I’m offended that you would even think that..” Dean huffs before Sam lifts his gaze up at him.

“Alright.” Dean chuckles and lifts up a napkin, a phone number written on it.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Typical Dean. “Did you at least get something useful?” You ask with a sigh.

“You saying this isn’t useful?” Dean raises a brow.

“You know what I mean.” You sigh. You were annoyed with him. You were annoyed because he was too busy flirting with some bartender even though you had work to do.

Or maybe it was something else.

“What? You jealous?” Dean asks with his signature smirk.