You were sat at the table in the small motel room you were staying in with Dean and Sam. Sam was off somewhere doing some research, and Dean was sat on his bed, reading a book about some ghost or demon.

“Dean— I think we should talk.” You mumble as you look over at him. He hadn’t really spoken to you ever since he got back from hell— and it was staring to get on your nerves.

“There’s nothing too talk about.” He mumbles back, not taking his eyes of his book.