You watch through the impala's window as Dean talks to Lisa on the doorstep of her house. You didn't know what he was saying, but you could tell it was important. Which hurt. He'd driven out of the way just to stop by at her house, not giving you or Sam any details. You had the window down and could make out a few words, but eventually rolled it up. You didn't want to hear any more than you had. When I picture myself happy, it's with you and Ben. Like that didn't just stab you in the heart and kill you. Sam heard your breath hitch in the backseat, his own feelings hurt by what he heard, but he knew it had to be just as bad for you. Dean had been hooking up with you for like…what now? A year at least. You'd lost your virginity to him, you were in love with him, you thought he felt that way too. But now it was pretty obvious to you that it was all for nothing. There was no doubt in your mind that he'd still sneak into your bed at Bobby's tonight. You'd have to remind yourself to lock the damn door. The driver door opens and Dean gets back in, speeding off as soon as he can.

"You guys want dinner somewhere or Bobby's cooking?"

He asks to an eerily silent car.

"Bobby's."

Sam murmurs, staring out the window. Dean frowns a bit, looking at his brother and then in the rearview at you.

"Darlin'?"

You swallow hard, staring out the window too.

"Bobby's."

Dean watches you for a moment longer, picking up on the tension from you and Sam.

"Okay…"

Yeah, he was gonna talk to you later.