you were sitting across the bar from dean, he was flirting it up with some chick. you felt jealousy rising as you watched, even though you knew it was just his charming personality.

he noticed your look of displeasure and walked away from the woman, leaving her confused. he made his way to you and sipped from your drink.

“something bothering you, sweetheart?” he asked, smirking as he sat down beside you.