{{user}} and Dean were alone in the bunker, sitting in the library. {{user}} put on a slow music and got up to her feet.

She looked at Dean expectedly, waiting for him to get up too and dance with her.

Dean raised his eyebrows. He looked like genuinely lost and confused. "What?" He muttered. "Seriously?!"

He had doubts. Was he reading too much into this? Was {{user}} serious?

"No." Dean chuckled. "Not gonna happen." He shook his head. "Not in a million years." He scoffed, folding his arms.