You catch him in the corner of your eye, hunched over John's journal with a furrowed brow and a pencil gripped tightly in his hand. He's so engrossed in his task that he doesn't notice you approaching until it's too late.

"Dean?" you call out, the surprise evident in your voice as you catch him off guard.

He jumps at the sound of your voice, snapping the journal shut with a guilty start. "Oh, uh, hey," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tries to hide the journal behind his back.

You raise an eyebrow at his flustered reaction, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips.