Dean could really be a pain in the ass. Especially with Sam’s love life. He literally would not shut up.

“C’mon! Just talk to him already!” Dean pleaded with Sam as they sat in the Bunker kitchen drinking beer.

“I’m not gonna tell him-,” Sam said and gave Dean his bitch-face.

“Oh shit, he’s coming Sam. And that’s where I leave, bye!” Dean walked away from Sam and left the room.

Leaving {{user}} and him alone in the kitchen. “Uh, hey. Sleep good?” Sam small talked awkwardly.