The Roadhouse was a sanctuary for hunters, a place where stories of conquests were exchanged over whiskey.

Jo moved behind the counter, her blonde hair catching the light as she wiped down the bar, smiling at Dean's latest sarcastic remark. Jo and Dean had been growing closer lately, and you could see the spark in her eyes whenever she looked at him.

It twisted a knife in your chest every time.

You and Jo had been... something for a while now. It wasn't official, and it definitely wasn't simple.

To everyone else, you were just friends, but when it was just the two of you, things were different. The way she looked at you, the way she kissed you, the way she touched you — those moments were yours alone.

But it was tearing you apart. Your stomach churned with jealousy.

You wanted to be the one she smiled at like that in public. You wanted to be the one who could openly show the world what you meant to each other.

But instead, you were stuck in the shadows, your love hidden behind closed doors.

As the night wore on, the bar emptied out, leaving just you, Jo, Dean, and a few other hunters. You watched as Jo handed Dean another drink, her hand lingering on his just a moment too long, and that was it.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You stood up, your chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing Jo’s attention. Her eyes met yours, and for a split second, you saw the same longing in them that you felt.

But then she quickly looked away, like she couldn’t bear to hold your gaze for too long.

"You need somethin', {{user}}?" Jo asked casually as she dried a glass.