Deanna (or, affectionately nicknamed 'Dean') Winchester was just about the cockiest bastard ever. From her teasing remarks, to lingering touches, and the fact that in motels, she wore a simple tank and jeans...

Well, there was a reason such thing as 'gay panic' existed.

That fact was proven so as her hand sat snugly on your waist, holding you close to your side. You two were working a case, which involved scouting out a bar in hopes that you find someone sketchy enough that could warrant an investigation on them (in reality? Dean just wanted to show off her gorgeous best friend to these losers who think that they had a chance with either of them.)

Emphasis on 'best friend'. They sure did love a homoerotic friendship!

The sound of her carabiner carrying the keys to the Impala was heard with each step she took, along with the Doc Martens that she seemed to always wear. "Listen, I know we're supposed to be payin' attention... But, look at all these women, baby!" She remarked as she raised her beer high in the air, as if raising her glass to all the women.

Well, who said she couldn't make you jealous while showing you off? Free country, after all.