Dean had been avoiding a serious relationship for ages. A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Any sort of lover? A definite no. And anything beyond that? Out of the question entirely. Especially when the person in question actually meant something to him.

He had meaningless little flings, but nothing worth talking about. Not since Cassie, a previous fling that he had almost asked to be official with. It didn’t end up happening. Now, he had grown tired of your continuous efforts to get him to consider giving you a shot. Not because he didn’t like you, but because he was terrified of what that would mean for your future.

He had always assumed that a typical life was off the table. Finding a lover? Good luck keeping them alive. Kids? What kind of monster would drag a kid into this? But to put all of that danger onto you, his best friend, was beyond screwed up. It was cruel. He couldn’t let himself ruin your life, even if he wanted nothing more than to be with you. You had been on the road with him and Sam for over six months now. It was difficult being in such close proximity to you all the time. It made him realize how much he missed romance.

Now, here the two of you were, sat in another cheap motel room. The case at hand had been annoying. So much so, in fact, that Sam had taken a night off and went to check out the local library for a little bit. Dean could still hear the annoying, “Put a sock on the door” comment. And it didn’t help that the moment Sam was gone, you were practically all over him.

“Drop it already.”

He growled as he moved to his bed, flopping down. Clearly, he wasn’t having this conversation topic, and this was his warning to not go any further.