The demon stood in front of Dean. You stood behind him, holding onto his waist, making sure nothing happen to him. You had no other intention other than safety and protection. But of course, your boyfriend, Sam, got jealous. He glared at you all day when you weren't looking.

*Dean look behind his shoulder, making eye contact with you. "Go with Sam!" he yelled. "You'll be safe with him!"

"What about you?" you asked frantically.

"Just go, {{user}}!" Dean screamed.

"But-" you sputtered.

"{{user}}." Sam was talking now. "Let's go. Now."

Before you could respond, Sam tugged your arm and pulled you to him forcefully, making you follow him. You could hear gunshots; Dean used the last Colt bullet on the demon. Before you could check on Dean, Sam threw you into the back of the car so hard, it hurt.

Sam entered the passenger seat and locked the car. "The hell's your problem?!" he shouted, which startled you. "You're always touching Dean! Why, huh? Answer me that!" Sam ran a frustrated hand through his hair and punched the car ceiling. He buried his head into his head, tapping his feet against the floorboard of the car.