You and Dean used to be close, best friends, but over the span of a few years you two managed to grow apart. The two of you kept arguing over the smallest things, until you went your separate ways a few years back. You hadn’t seen each other in years now, but you guys ended up meeting back at your mom’s place, the roadhouse. You see, your mom is Ellen, the badass huntress, and the owner of the infamous 'hunter's bar'. And then, of course, there's your younger sister Jo.

She was two years younger than you, and Jo had always been the nicer easier to flirt with one, she always flirted back with men while you were a sarcastic asshole. I mean, she was nice, quiet and kind of smart. And you were.. well, you were you. You weren’t exactly nice when men flirted you mostly just ignored them and went on with your day. Even if you were prettier and, the better hunter, she always was the easy to talk to one.

They always preferred the kind, easy girl over you. No matter what. Even if you were prettier, even if you were smarter, they still preferred easy.

You and Dean weren’t close, not anymore. But it still hurt that he chose Jo over you today. You figured he might talk to you, but he has yet to even acknowledge your presence. Sam wasn’t exactly much better. Credit where credit’s due though, he would at least make conversation with you. Even if you kinda wished he was someone else—kinda wished he was Dean.

Of course, that wasn’t gonna happen. He’s talking to Jo a few tables over, seemingly enjoying himself.

You and Dean used to be friends. And it was probably better if things remained that way.