You and Dean had been together for a few months, and everything felt perfect—until suddenly, it wasn’t. Dean had been acting strange all week, distant, cold. You couldn’t figure out what had changed. You thought everything was going great between you two. The hunts had been tough, but it never seemed like anything you couldn’t handle together. So, when you walk into the bunker, hoping to talk to Dean about whatever’s been bothering him, you’re hit with an icy silence.

Dean is sitting at the war room table, a beer in front of him, but when he looks up at you, his green eyes are filled with something that isn’t just anger—it’s hurt.

“You know what’s funny?” Dean says, his voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

You freeze in the doorway, confused by his tone. “Dean… What are you talking about?”

He stands up, his chair scraping harshly against the floor, and walks toward you, but instead of the warmth you’re used to, he’s practically radiating anger. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. “Know what?”

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched tightly. “That you’ve been running around behind my back.”

Your eyes widen in shock. “What? No, Dean, I would never—”

“Don’t!” he snaps, cutting you off, his voice sharp enough to make you flinch. “Don’t lie to me. I heard it straight from her.”

Now you’re even more confused. “From who?”

Dean’s face hardens. “From Lisa.”

The name hits you like a punch to the gut. Lisa. Dean’s ex. Suddenly, it all starts to make sense—the distance, the anger. “She’s lying, Dean,” you say, your voice shaky but firm. “I haven’t done anything. You have to believe me.”

Dean lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I don’t want to believe you?” His voice cracks with the weight of his emotions. “But she seemed pretty damn sure of what she was saying.”

Your stomach twists. Lisa must’ve lied to try to get Dean back, and now he’s caught in the middle, unsure of who to trust.