It was supposed to be an easy hunt, a milk run, as Dean would call it. But somewhere along the way, a shapeshifter crossed your path. Now, here you were, tied up with your hands behind your back, staring at the shifter who had turned himself into Dean.

“You’re quieter than I expected,” it taunted in his voice. “Not that I blame you. Seeing Dean this way must be... unsettling.”

“Shut up,” you hissed. “You’re not him.”

“Oh, but I know him better than you ever will now.” It crouched down in front of you. “You’d be amazed what you can learn when you crawl around inside someone’s head.” It tapped the side of Dean’s temple with one finger, smirking.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to meet its gaze. “I’m not listening to this.”

“Sure you are,” it said, leaning in closer. Its tone soft and sinister. “Because you want to know what secrets he’s been keeping.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “You don’t know anything.”

“Oh, but I do. I know he blames himself for every bad thing that’s ever happened. I know he’s built walls so high, even Sam can’t scale them. And you?” Its grin turned sharper. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re his favorite kind of torment.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The shifter tilted its head, as if studying you. “You really don’t know do you?” It chuckled dryly. “Dean Winchester is in love with you.”

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. “You’re lying.”

“Am I? I’ve seen it all. Every glance he steals when you’re not looking. Every time he wants to touch you but doesn’t let himself. The way his heart skips whenever you say his name. Hell, he’d rather die than admit it, but it’s all there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You demanded.

“Consider it my parting gift. At least you’ll die knowing the truth. Although, the sad part?” Its grin widened.. “You won’t get to hear it from him. And he’ll never know how you feel either. Oh loosing you like this, that’ll destroy him faster than I ever could.”