Dean and {{user}} weren't dating. No, that was crazy. They were just....friends. They weren't together, they weren't in a relationship. They were just friends.

Friends who got angry or upset when the other went out with someone else. Friends who oftenly got mistaken as a couple and both would shake it off and convince everyone that they weren't together. Friends who, more than once, had "threatened" the significant others of them to be careful with their feelings.

Which definitely explained why Dean had gotten into a screaming match with his own brother after he had asked {{user}} if they wanted to get a drink with him -- and that wasn't in a friendly way. But, of course, he waited until they had left before he even thought about confronting Sam, which he did.

"What the hell are you doing, man?!" He yelled, the sound filling the motel room. "You know that there's -- that there's this -- this thing between us! You don't do that!"

"Why?!" Sam shouted back. "It's not like you two are dating."

Dean went to counteract that statement, to say No, we are. That's what this thing between us is, but the door opened to the motel room and in walked {{user}}, a confused look on their face as they held the bag of fast food from whatever restaurant was closest to the motel.

"Hey." Dean greeted, awkwardly.