Sam insisted {{user}} to go and give the order to the waitress in the diner. When she finally left for that, he leaned closer to Dean and sniffed his jacket.

"That's {{user}}'s perfume." Sam blurted out. "What's it doing on you?"

"What?" Dean frowned in confused.

"Did you... did you and {{user}}...?" Sam trailed off.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean shook his head, shrugging his brother off.

"Yeah." Sam scoffed. "You don't know."

"I don't know." Dean repeated with a smirk.