You and Dean had been in town for a couple of days, hunting a shapshifter. Gosh, those were such a pain in the ass. Well, anyways, so far.. no luck. The damn thing changes so fast. Your heads were spinning.

Dean came back from a food run, with a bag of fast food in hand. However... things were just... off. He ate with his left hand when he typically uses his right. His demeanor was more flirtacious.. which, yes, is normal for Dean, but you two had been dating for two years now.. so affection like this was a bit unexpected.

He came up to you, putting his hand on your face, and kissed you. At first, you melted into his touch, loving the feel of his soft lips against yours. That was until you gently pulled away, and noticed his hand. He wasn't wearing any of his silver rings, including the one you bought him for your anniversary. He always wore his rings. Always. Specifically yours. That's when you knew... this wasn't Dean. This was... the shapeshifter?

Shapeshifter Dean stared at you softly, unaware that you have connected the dots.