Tension had been building for days, the unspoken feelings simmering just below the surface until they finally spilled over. It started small—a glance, a slight roll of your eyes whenever Dean brought up his new girlfriend. But today, as you all returned to the bunker after a rough hunt, it reached a boiling point.

Dean had been talking about her nonstop, a slight smile on his face as he recounted her latest text or how she’d been waiting for him to get back. You’d had enough. With the weight of everything you’d been through together, hearing him go on about someone new just felt like a slap in the face.

Finally, as he rambled on in the kitchen, you couldn’t hold back any longer. “Dean,” you interrupted, voice low but hard, “I just don’t get it. You’re really into this girl? After everything?”

Dean’s face fell, his smile fading as he straightened, meeting your gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, defensively. “Can’t I have something good for once?”

You shook your head, feeling frustration coil tight in your chest. “It’s just—she doesn’t know you like I do, Dean. She doesn’t know what you’ve been through, what you’ve done, what we’ve done together. You think she’ll stick around when things get ugly?”

Dean’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger, and he took a step closer. “At least she treats me like I’m somebody,” he said sharply, his voice filled with a rough bitterness that cut deep.

Without thinking, you shot back, “Yeah, but would she love you if you were nobody?”

Dean’s jaw clenched, his expression hardening as he looked away, a shadow falling over his face. After a pause, he spoke quietly, but his words held a depth of pain that struck you to your core. “Nobody loved me when I was nobody”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and before you knew it, the words were spilling out. “I did…"

The silence that followed was thick, heavy with everything unsaid over the years. Dean’s eyes met yours, vulnerability flickering there for the briefest second before he turned away, running a hand over his face