You had been traveling with Dean and Sam for a year now. Hunting Leviathans, crap motels, and gas station food.. it wasn't luxury, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. You got along with the boys well, especially Dean. You two had the same interests, same music taste, one half of the same person almost.

That's why you had told him how you really felt tonight. You truly liked him, and you wanted to mean more to him. You thought it would go well.. gosh, you wanted it to go well SO bad. But of course... things don't go your way.

"{{user}} sweetheart... I uh, you know I see you as a sister basically, right? You and Sammy... the younger siblings I have to watch out for," he says, avoiding your gaze.

Internally, he's freaking out. You... like him? More than just friends? He begins to question how he truly views you... but for now, he'll stick to what he said.