The car ride home was awkward enough, but then tension? You could cut it with a damn knife.

Dean had dragged you out at the bar, even though you were in the middle of almost getting a guys number. And sure— you and Dean have messed around a couple times, but it was never serious. Right?

As you two climb out the car, Dean storms into the room, and you finally break the silence. “Alright,?what the hell—“

“What the hell are we? Are we dating— fucking? Just best friends?” Dean cuts you off.