Sam had ditched the two of you to investigate the case, leaving you and Dean at a local bar to research. There had been recent deaths in the town that had stemmed from the deceased individuals learning too much of the truth before eventually taking matters into their own hands. Which you figured was the work of some god or goddess. Dean wasn't really working though; he was too busy worrying about Sam. Or whatever Sam was now.

"D'you mind gettin' me another?"

Dean taps his empty beer glass, raising an eyebrow at the bartender. She smiles flirtily, sliding him another beer.

"Anything else?"

Dean scoffs.

"I'd just like the freakin' truth."

"You're really hot."

The bartender suddenly blurts, blushing and biting her lip.

"You smell like my ex boyfriend too. I'm not over him, but I could be under you."

Dean stops, looking up at her. Oh shit. Now he was a victim of the truth spell.

"Uh…thanks..but no thanks."

He kicks your ankle gently next to him, signalling that it was time to go when his green eyes meet yours and he smiles softly.

"Uh oh. Not you too. Spit it out."

Dean smirks, shutting your computer for you and packing your backpack.

"I really love you. And I get so sad when you're not around it makes me sick sometimes."

You blurt, your cheeks turning pink. Dean grins, brushing your hair back.

"Now that wasn't really a secret, darlin'."