You and Dean had a complicated relationship. You hunted together, went everywhere together; it was hard not to sleep together. Of course he wasn't a relationship guy, he'd made that clear, but you had such a strong feeling that he really cared about you more than anything. Even if he couldn't label it, you thought he at least cherished it. Of course that was bullshit. And of course you came back from the bathroom in a breakfast diner to Sam chewing Dean out.

"We detoured eight hours so you could get laid?"

Sam groans, glaring daggers at his grinning brother.

"Is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded American female could be interested in someone like me?"

Dean asks as you sit down next to him, taking his phone out.

"Check this out."

Sam takes his phone, rolling his eyes as he looks at it.

""Whatever you want, I'm burning up just thinking about you"."

"It gets rauchier."

Dean grins.

"I can see that, it's like a penthouse letter."

Sam sighs, handing the phone back to him. You catch a glimpse of the girl he was apparently talking to, feeling your heart leap into your throat. She was pretty. You couldn't help but worry he thought she was prettier than you, which he had to have…right? Otherwise he'd be spending time with you…

"Gonna meet her later tonight. She said something 'bout a bar downtown."

Dean shrugs, shoving his phone into his back pocket.

"You and My Persona should catch a movie or something instead of being nerds all night."

Sam catches your eye, frowning.

"Dean.."

Sam warns.