Dean wasn’t used to being ignored. Especially not by you. Of course, you were annoying and a total brat sometimes, but he could handle that. But ignore him? That was too much.

For the last two days, you’d been doing exactly that. Pretending to scroll on your phone whenever he walked into the room. Ducking into the library at the bunker instead of sitting shotgun on hunts. Only giving him clipped, one-word answers when he tried to talk.

It was driving him nuts.

Dean sat at the library table, watching you from afar because you decided to sit as far away from him as you could. He scoffed, the sound low and incredulous.

“This is stupid.” he muttered under his breath, pushing back from his chair. You kept your eyes glued to the book in front of you, turning a page that you clearly hadn’t read.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asks, lowering his voice, “Did i say something? Did i screw up?” he crosses his arm over his chest, leaning back against the chair.

“You gotta talk to me, sweetheart,” he pressed, “Give me something to work with here.” his gaze raking over your features.