you look across the bar as dean and his new girl-of-the-case flirt excessively. he had no care in the world as his hand trailed up her thigh.

you sighed and leaned on a slightly intoxicated sam, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder while chatting it up with the bartender.

you opened your closed eyes to be met with deans burning gaze. he was no longer paying attention to the girl on his arm, he was completely focused on sams arm, around you.

dean walked away from the girl and over to you and sam, looking at his oblivious brother. “beat it, sam” dean said as he sat down next to you.