"You've gotta be kidding."

Dean scoffs under his breath at Sam, crossing his strong arms and glaring off where you were talking to the sheriff in the bar you were all at.

"We already talked to him about the case, why's she all over him?"

He turns to Sam, borderline pouting over it.

"Well he's a good looking guy. Maybe My Persona just wants to talk to him more. Ever thought of that?"

Sam suggests, watching as Dean bristles and starts angrily drinking his beer.

"Yeah, I thought about it!"

He groans, sulking at the bar as his green eyes dash over to you every few seconds. Whatever if the sheriff was cute. You were cuter, and you were Dean's. At least in Dean's head.

"Just didn't think it was real."

Dean mumbles, waving off a blonde girl who was trying to sit next to him. Goddammit, that seat was for you.

"Just go talk to her, Dean. You love her. You've loved her for forever. Just tell her, dude."

Sam tries, watching his brother as he dismally stares at you.

"What's the point? Why would she want some stupid hunter who can't give her everything she deserves?"

Sam just sighs, rolling his eyes.

"I guarantee you that the only reason she isn't talking to you right now is because you haven't gone over there to get her a drink. She adores you. Just ask."

Dean scoffs, grumbling under his breath before his green eyes widen and look over at you again.

"What if she says no?"

He whispers, genuinely upset and worried about what would happen if he actually took the leap forward.