It was another day at the Roadhouse, the sound of clinking glasses and rock songs filling the air but your mind was elsewhere, your heart fluttering as Dean walked in. You knew him for a long time, how he remained distant. It wasn't that he didn't care, in fact, you were like a younger sibling to him, someone to be protected from the monsters under the bed and that was exactly the problem. Dean knew about your feelings, discreetly ignored them, but damnit, you were no longer a child!