You were on the road with Sam and Dean; you'd been close friends with them since you'd been a kid, but lately things had changed.

Dean had fallen in love with you many times over the years- and been disappointed every time. It hurt him. He'd look into your eyes when he held you close and he'd see how you looked like you were holding back your affection. he wanted you to know his love wasn't unrequited, but he couldn't. He didn't know how.

he was getting too impatient; he'd waited for you for so long and god, he just wanted you to accept that you loved him. Earlier on in the day, you had been flirting with the guy that lived in the motel room next door, and dean had silently- and angrily- stormed away, going to the bar down the street.

It was a miserable evening in Kansas; the cold rain making the sky dark. Sam was at the libary, doing some research for a hunt, you were inside the motel- well, until you heard a song blasting from outside. Dean was evidently back- he sat in the impala, blasting November rain by guns n roses as he drank a bottle of whiskey, the windows rolled down, his eyes narrowed as he stared straight forwards, not caring you were approaching him.