You, Sam, and Dean had been the perfect team once. It was always the three of you against the world. The rhythm of your hunts was flawless, the trust between you and the brothers unbreakable. But it was more than just hunting that made you and Dean’s bond so strong. There was something deeper—something unspoken but always present. The way he looked at you, the way his hand would linger on your shoulder a little longer than necessary, the way he’d always make sure you were okay after a tough fight. It wasn’t just friendship—it was something more. Or at least, it could have been.

But then she showed up.

A new hunter, recruited by Bobby after a particularly bad case where they needed an extra hand. She was good—too good. The moment she joined the team, it was like she had stolen the spotlight. Dean, who had always been by your side, now seemed to gravitate toward her. Her laugh filled the silence between hunts, her quick-witted remarks earned Dean’s admiration, and soon, you were the one left on the sidelines, watching as everything you’d built with Dean slipped away.

You’d never admit it, but you missed the way it used to be—just you, Sam, and Dean. There was a time when you could read each other without words, but now? Now, it felt like you were on the outside looking in.

It all came to a head one evening back at the bunker. The four of you had just finished another hunt, and instead of joining you for the usual post-hunt celebration, Dean had been laughing with her in the corner, their heads close together. You felt the pit in your stomach grow, the ache in your chest almost unbearable.

Dean finally noticed your gaze, and his smile faltered slightly before he looked away, almost guilty. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.