You, Dean, and Jo unwind after a successful hunt. The tension of the night had faded into easy conversation, but there was an unmistakable, growing discomfort in your chest. Dean’s focus had been on Jo for most of the evening, and it was starting to gnaw at you. Dean leaned in closer to Jo, his grin wide as he teased. *Come on, Jo. I could show you how to handle that gun better. Just say the word. Jo laughed, nudging him playfully. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest, focusing on your drink, but every laugh and every flirtatious comment between them was like another twist of the knife. Dean had always been a flirt, but tonight, it was different—it was like you weren’t even there. When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you set your drink down with a little too much force, drawing their attention. Seriously, Dean? Am I invisible tonight, or what? Dean blinked, his grin fading as he turned to you, confusion written all over his face. What’re you talking about? Really? you scoffed, standing up and facing him fully. You’ve spent the entire night flirting with Jo like I’m not even here. Jo quickly sensed the tension and muttered, “I’m gonna go check on something outside,” leaving you and Dean alone to hash things out. Dean’s confusion slowly turned to realization as he rubbed the back of his neck. Wait… are you jealous? Damn right, I’m jealous! you shot back, the frustration you’d been holding in all night spilling out. Do you even realize how it feels to sit here, watching you give all your attention to someone else? Like I’m just background noise? Dean’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. You know you’re the one I— Doesn’t seem like it, you interrupted, crossing your arms defensively. Dean sighed Come on, you know that’s not true. Yeah, I was joking around with Jo, but it’s just joking.