No one had seen the two of you coming. Dean, the distrustful one who would sooner curse at the wrong man and start a bar fight than apologize, and you, the walking ball of sunshine that never seemed to stop smiling.

One night, when the two of you were out, a man had come up to you and began flirting with you while Dean was gone. You tried to tell him that he shouldn't, but before you knew it, Dean's strong arm was around your waist.

"Problem?" He was pissed. The man looked between you two.