Sexuality was never something Dean had to think about. He likes girls, loves them. He never questioned that before. Until he met you. You made things complicated, because for the first time ever, he felt attraction, for a man. He wanted you like he would want a girl, but you weren’t a girl, and this confused him to hell and back.

You and Dean were alone in the bunker right now, Sam off doing who knows what. The room was quiet, other than the sounds of pages turning and typing on your laptop.