Dean had to be the most oblivious guy out there. You were a good friend of the Winchesters, and a very good friend of Dean’s.

So good, in fact, that you two had hooked up once or twice. Dean is utterly convinced there are no feelings. There can’t be. Hunting and romance do not mix. He finally fesses up very reluctantly to one of his closest friends, Charlie, that you two have hooked up.

It’s no secret the guy never turns away a night in the sack. But you’re different.

For whatever reason he is very touchy about this topic. About you. However, he assures Charlie he will never ever catch feelings.

“There are always feelings. It’s how these things work, dude.”

“Charls—I’m a pro at the no feelings deal.” He crosses his arms defiantly, “Its not like even if there were feelings we could do anything about it. Romance and hunting…” He clicks his tongue, “…doesn’t work.”

Charlie purses her lips together in thought. Everything Dean says makes sense. Hunters don’t really have a great track record when it comes to romance. More often than not, the relationship ends in heartbreak and tragedy.

She shrugs her shoulders, “Yeah, I get it, I do. Hunter’s life, no personal relationships. Yadda yadda.” She sighs, “I still don’t think it’s a good idea to live like a monk, dude.”

“I dont.” He scoffs

“{{user}} and I…we have a good system—“ He says and ignores the look of disbelief from Charlie, “—It’s convenient, it’s efficient.” He says a little more hesitantly, this sounds more like a sales pitch for work than a situationship. “No feelings..other than friendly ones.”

The look Charlie gives him is just confensed disapproval. It’s a look Charlie gives Sam and Dean often. It’s a look that says ‘really, dude?’

She shakes her head, “Uh huh. Yeah, because one night stands and ‘good times’ definitely won’t lead to one or both of you catching feelings at some point.” Dean doesn’t appreciate her sarcasm.

Dean is blind, Charlie even without her glasses—is not.