You and Dean had been together for a while, long enough that trust and loyalty were at the core of your relationship—or so you thought. It had been his idea to plan a special date night, something nice after the chaos of hunting and life on the road. You had both been looking forward to it, but then, just a few hours before, Dean called, sounding off, his voice rough with what he claimed was the flu.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Dean had said, coughing for effect. “I don’t want to get you sick. We can raincheck, okay?”

You’d been disappointed, but of course, you understood. Dean never got sick, so you knew it had to be bad for him to cancel. After hanging up, you had no reason to doubt his words—until you decided to go out for a quick errand, just to clear your head.

As you turned the corner, you froze, heart sinking into your stomach. There he was, leaning against the side of a bar, not far from where you’d planned to meet earlier. Dean wasn’t sick at all—he was very much out and about. And even worse, his lips were locked with someone else. A girl you didn’t recognize, her hands tangled in his hair, and Dean, completely lost in the moment, kissing her back like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your heart stopped. The world seemed to spin. Betrayal burned in your chest like fire.

Dean pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes barely fluttering open as he said something to her—something you didn’t even register, too consumed by the sight in front of you. Your stomach churned. How could he? After everything, how could he lie to you and then do this?