The tension between you two was unbearable. You could feel his eyes burning a whole into you as you talked to a guy at the counter of the small bar you were at.

His hand slid around your waist and Dean could’ve killed someone right there and then.

Your relationship with Dean is complicated. You always tease each other, biting flirty comments back every day but it never meant anything, right? It’s just fooling around.

Dean was the type of guy to hookup with a girl one night and never talk to her again. It wasn’t like him to be jealous and get stuck on someone like this. But the way he was looking at you, made even Sam figure it out.

“If looks could kill, that guy would be nothing but a skeleton next to her.” Sam grins.

“Shut up, Sammy.” He bites back, taking a shot and walking over to you and the guy you were having a chat with.

“How’s it going here?” He forces a smile and steps behind you almost protectively.