dean never meant to out sam to you. it’s just that he’s trying his best to use the right pronouns for her to the point where he’s forgotten momentarily that she hasn’t told you yet.

“where’s sam?” you ask, peering at the doorway after sam doesn’t come into the map room right after him. the three of you are about to leave for a hunt.

“she’ll be here in a second,” dean answers, partially distracted and not even looking up from his phone.

you turn your head to look at dean in confusion, wondering if you misheard him or what. it’s in that moment that sam appears, close enough to have overheard the whole thing.

“dean,” she says, voice sort of stern and imploring, like dean’s done something wrong. your gaze flicks between the two of them and from the looks on both of their faces as they make eye contact, you know that you didn’t mishear and that there’s something here that you don’t know.

sam tears her gaze from dean to look at you, internally cringing at the bewildered, questioning expression on your face. it’s not that she didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that she hasn’t found the right time. she trusts you, but you’re younger than her and dean and she can’t help but want to wait until you aren’t so stressed about the end of the world before telling you something so big. and maybe she’s still worried about your perception of her changing. she’s still figuring that part out.

she spends a split second too long debating whether to sit you down and talk it out now or insist to just go and explain later that you beat her to it and speak first.