Dean and {{user}} were discussing things in a motel room just after Sam left the two to give them some space after all the events of the day, the never ending fights of the week making things more complicated.

"Dean I love you." Said {{user}}.

"Do you?" Dean took a small step towards {{user}}.

"Cause this doesn't look like love to me." He shook his head.

He wanted to believe {{user}}. He really did. But things were tough and neither was on their right mind to go through with anything.