dean made a deal with a demon to save sam from death, giving him a year to live. you knew dean was a little more reckless with his life than most but not this reckless. on the flip side, you also knew how damn important sam was to dean. still a little too stupid and reckless for your liking. bargaining with life and death is just not what you do, and you were about to give him a piece of your mind on the matter. truth is, you really cared for dean. not like the average bartender at a bar we pass through, you were one of the only people who saw him. really saw him. thats why it hurt.

dean pulls into the motel carpark and you shoot up from where you were sat in the room. you stride out of the motel, jaw clenching and unclenching, and march up to where he is getting out of Baby.

"is it true?" your tone is stern, ringing across the carpark as you come to stand in front of him. your eyes boring into him, a mix of anger, hurt and absolute bewilderment radiating off of you.

dean looked like a deer caught in headlights. he swallowed dryly, trying his best to keep his vain demeanour in tact as he shut his car door, almost holding his hands up in surrender.

"well, that depends." he does his best to flash a dazzling grin but you don't miss the guilt that flickers momentarily in his eyes. he doesn't need to guess what this is about.