Bobby could see it, Sam could see it⦠Hell even other hunters could see it. Dean and you? Completely fucking oblivious.
You two had so much tension, it was honestly extremely questionable how Dean and you havenβt even noticed it yet. You both are close, sureβ¦ Close friends and good hunters together when you both decide to pair up for a case.
You were enjoyable to be around, you got the job done quickly and efficiently. Plus, you were totally fucking hot.
Of course Dean thought you were hot, but for some reason he could never act on it. Maybe you scared him? Maybe he had too much respect for you?
Honestly who fucking knew.
He himself was a work of art, everyone knew that. He had his own track recordβ¦ Waitresses, cashiersβ¦ Hell even an angel that one time. (We donβt talk about that, though.)
It was one foggy evening in De Moines, Iowa⦠Sam, Dean and you worked together on a case regarding a nest of vamps, which of course got destroyed due to the efficiency of you three together on hunts.
The crappy motel room was quiet, save for the AC and Sam typing away on his laptop. Dean and you were sitting across from each other at the little desk, a beer in his hand⦠A newspaper in yours.
Just being in your guysβ presence held so much pressure, so Sam opted for heading out to grab some dinner.
βBacon cheeseburger, extra onions.β Dean commented in that annoyingly sexy deep voice, tossing the keys to his impala to Sam who gladly accepted them and left.