You’re in love with Dean. Infatuated, actually. Almost as if you’re glowing pink, blossoming whenever you see him.

You could stare at his back all day, you’ve kissed him before, you two swore you wouldn’t catch feelings, it was hard not to.

You’ve kissed him before, but you felt he didn’t feel happy about how you kissed him, like there was no emotion, you loved him, did he love you? Probably not. He loves beer, and girls, and burgers and hunting way more than you.

Oh, you love him so much. But you felt empty. You want him to feel something, to try again, to have him feel something is all you want.