The tension between you and dean was so thick you could cut it with a knife. There was obvious attraction but neither knew the other wanted them. You both acted like you didn’t have feelings. Hunting life was too dangerous to care. Until you, dean and sam go to a bar after a case and you chat up a guy, dean is filled with jealousy and rage. He storms over to the bar and snatches your drink from your hand She’s taken. Dean’s gruff voice slices through the air. He tugs you away and back to the table