A few weeks ago, you had a bit too much to drink whilst on a case with Dean and drunkenly told him you had a crush on him. Since then, you’ve been avoiding him like plague. Every call went to voicemail and every text was left on read.

There was a knock at your front door, which wasn’t unusual, you had friends nearby. So without thinking, you open it. Dean was standing on your front stoop, a smug smile on his face.

“Wow, I thought I’d have to hold a boombox over my head before you answered it.”