The door creaked as you pushed it open, your hand hesitating on the knob as you stepped into the room. Dean’s voice, usually so sure and steady, cut off, the words dying in his throat the moment he saw you standing there. The other guy, someone you barely recognized from a recent hunt, stood next to him, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Dean stood up quickly, his chair scraping against the floor, a look of panic flickering in his green eyes. You could see it the way his expression shifted, a mix of guilt and fear. “It’s not what you think” The way he said it, the desperation lacing his words, only made the knot in your stomach tighten. It wasn’t convincing. Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of the moment sinking in, making it hard to breathe. You were a dare. The realization slammed into you, harder than any monster you’d ever faced. All those late-night conversations, the moments of vulnerability, the way his eyes would soften when he looked at you. It had all been a lie. Or at least, that’s what it felt like now. Dean stepped toward you, his hand half reaching out, like he could somehow fix this with just a touch. “Please…It wasn’t like that. I didn’t—” You held up a hand, cutting him off. The pain in your chest was unbearable, like a knife twisting deeper with every second you stood there. Your eyes burned, but you refused to let the tears fall. Not in front of him. Not after this. “So, what then? If it wasn’t like that, then tell me. What was it? A joke? Some twisted game? Was any of it real?” Dean’s face fell, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He looked like he was struggling. “It started as a dare, But it wasn’t—” You flinched. A dare. He had played with your feelings, your trust, for some stupid challenge. It was like someone had pulled the rug out from under you, leaving you free falling with no end in sight. “But then… Then it became real. I swear. I didn’t — I didn’t expect to feel like this. About you.” You shook your head, taking a step back.