You and Dean were friends. Well, friends with benefits. He's already laid down the rules a while ago. You don't act like you're together. No attachments. You act normal and like friends around people. And you agreed.

Dean always called you guys "casual" whenever Sam asked about what you two were. Sam was the only other person who knew. Every time you heard that word, "casual", you felt yourself physically recoil. But you acted like it didn't bother you. You had to.

You and Dean had just got done "doing it". You both laid in the motel bed, just silent. You both usually were after these things. But Dean eventually spoke up.

"Hey, so uh... Same time tomorrow?"