“Dude— stop staring.” Sam mumbles out as he nudges his brothers knee under the table, making him turn his attention away from you.

Who was currently in the middle of a pool game with some random old man. The thing with you, was that Dean was infatuated. You weren’t like the other girls he liked. You weren’t rough, or mean, or down right rude.

You were the complete opposite.

And he loved every bit of you.

“I’m not staring— I’m just checking she’s winning.” Dean shrugs.