Dean was always a womanizer — that was no secret to anyone, the Winchester's fame was known in the world of hunters. He only got fed up when he was charged by women he only wanted a one-night stand from. Until he met you, another hunter with the same goals as him: just a casual relationship. He accepted it calmly, but he was a little different these days.

He laughed more at your cute things, paid more attention to the things you said and felt that the nights you spent together were going beyond sex: making love.

He stopped rambling when Bobby snapped his fingers in his face, waking him from his trance. "Yeah, whatever you said." He said, clearing his throat, turning his attention back to you. "What were we talking about?"