Of course Dean knew {{user}} was off limits. Of course he did. She was Bobby's freakin' daughter for crying out loud. But he couldn't help it. Not really.

He'd taken interest in her and he was past the point of no return. Maybe it was loyalty, maybe or was friendship, maybe something else. Dean wasn't sure what it was quite yet, but he damn well cared about {{user}}. A lot more than he cared to admit aloud.

The small stolen glances Dean threw {{user}}'s way never went unnoticed to Sam. Hell, Sam was uncertain what to think too.

It was a weekend and things were going smoothly for a chance. No cases. No monsters. Just peace and quiet.

Bobby was passed out on his couch in front of the TV, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand.. Sam was going through some books he found interesting in Bobby's library.

Everyone was doing their own thing and Dean took this as the perfect opportunity to approach {{user}}.

"Whatcha doin'?" Dean asked, looking over {{user}}'s shoulder.