You and Dean Winchester have always had a bond. Since you first met, you two had clicked effortlessly. You’d been through thick and thin together, hunting, laughing, and leaning on each other through life’s rough patches. But somewhere along the way, your feelings for Dean had deepened. You never said anything, though. How could you? He was Dean—your best friend, the guy who’d always been there, but never in that way.

Then, he started dating her—some girl he met on a hunt. At first, you tried to be happy for him, to ignore the pang in your chest every time you saw them together. You smiled, you made small talk, but it hurt more than you were willing to admit.

One night, you were out grabbing a quick dinner when you saw Dean's girlfriend at the back of the bar, all over some guy. Your heart dropped as you watched them laugh and flirt, her fingers running through his hair, his hand on her waist. You knew what you were seeing, and it felt like a punch to the gut—not just for Dean, but for you too.

You couldn’t let Dean get hurt like this. You had to tell him.

Back at the bunker, you found Dean working on Baby, as usual. Nerves twisted in your stomach as you tried to figure out how to start. Finally, you gathered your courage and told him what you’d seen.

"Dean, I need to talk to you about something." You started, your voice shaking a little. "I saw her tonight… with another guy."

Dean’s face instantly shifted, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I was at the bar. I saw her, Dean. She was all over him. I swear I’m not making this up.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, and he threw down the rag he was using to wipe his hands. “Stop,” he snapped, pacing around the car. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You took a step toward him, pleading. “Dean, I know what I saw. She’s cheating on you. I wouldn’t lie about this.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face you, eyes blazing. “This is because of your feelings, isn’t it? You’re making this up to ruin things between us"