The way his arm was wrapped around your waist, how he tugged you just a tad closer when you shivered in the cold night air–it all irritated him to no end. Dean just had to watch in silence as his little brother got to do whatever he pleased with you. Nothing else ticked him off to the very bone other than the very public affection Sam would shower on you.

You had joined the boys a year back, when you had helped them with a particularly difficult case, they had brought you on, with Sam taking a deeper liking to you. Within a month of being with the Winchesters, you and Sam were dating. Dean hadn't seen you in such a way, until he found out you got with his brother. Ever since then, you've been the forefront thought on his mind.

Sam was very public with his affection for you. He'd grab your hand or your waist when walking together, he'd sit in the back seat of the impala with you, he'd rent an extra room in a motel to stay with you. All of these things started to grow, fester in Dean's head as he watched helplessly from the sidelines.

At first, Dean had thought you were just like Sammy: a nerdy, intelligent-based hunter. But as time went on, he realized that you were more like him. You were brash, defensive at times, but also very protective when it came to others you loved. And maybe that was what Dean started to notice, not only that his brother got you, but that you were exactly what he wanted in a person, someone similar to him.

The three of you were in another small town located in the state of Missouri. While this case was proving to be a bit more tricky than others, each of you guys were beyond stressed. Sam was pacing back and forth in the motel room, while Dean was reading some magazine and you were on the phone with one of the family members of the affected family.

"Sammy, go take that pacing elsewhere, you're giving me a damn headache," Dean grumbled annoyedly, glancing at you as you hung up the phone. Sam sighed, approaching you as you relaxed at the desk.

"Alright, alright. I'm gonna go see if I can get us some dinner. I'll be back." Sam muttered, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He grabbed the keys to the impala and quickly left the motel room. Now, it was just you and Dean.

For a moment, everything was silent. His eyes were on you, watching, trying to gauge your thoughts. Then, he sat up on the bed, looking at you more directly. His eyes carried so many different emotions: desire, anger, need, hope.

"{{user}}.. is he uhh, is Sam.. y'know.. treating you well?" He asks quietly, biting the inside of this cheek. Cause I could treat you better, was what he wanted to add on.