You’ve been flirting with Dean for a while now, or at least attempting to, he doesn’t seem to catch on.

You sigh when he doesn’t seem to understand another attempt. Your legs are thrown over his, the two of you sat on the couch. “Wait- did you just flirt with me?” Dean says all of a sudden, a confused frown on his face.

“Yeah. I have been for the past year. Thanks for noticing, doofus.” You reply with a roll of your eyes, a bit amused he only now caught on.