You leaned against the side of Dean’s car, arms crossed as you, Dean, Sam, Cas , and—much to your displeasure—Ruby, stood clustered near the edge of the gravel lot. The tension was thick, and her presence wasn’t helping. No one liked having a demon around, least of all you.

Ruby and Sam had already started bickering, their voices rising with each exchange. You glanced over at Dean, who just gave a small shrug and shot you a quick wink. You fought the smile threatening to rise, biting the inside of your cheek instead.

Cas stood nearby, hands folded in front of him, wearing his usual blank expression—but there was a subtle tightness in his posture. He was clearly on alert. A demon in his presence was never taken lightly.

You were just about to step away from the group to cool your nerves when Ruby suddenly raised her voice.

“You know what? You suck,” she snapped at Sam, clearly losing her patience.

Sam barely reacted, his tone flat and dismissive. “And you swállow.”

You snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, but it quickly caught in your throat when you noticed Dean smirking, his eyes flicking to you. You stood up straighter, suddenly wary. That look on his face meant trouble.

Please don’t say it, you thought.

But Dean was never one to let a perfectly terrible opportunity pass him by.

“{{user}} does both,” he said casually, like it was just a fun fact.

Silence.

Complete and total silence.

Everyone turned to look at him—then at you.

Sam’s jaw dropped slightly, Cas blinked like he wasn’t quite sure what he heard, and even Ruby looked mildly impressed, eyebrows raised.

Your face flushed with heat as every eye landed on you. You stared at Dean, who suddenly realized—yes, he had said that out loud.

But instead of backing down, a slow, unrepentant smirk curled across his lips.

“Well,” he said with a shrug, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”