sprawled in the chair beside you, knee brushing yours without hesitation Because Sam's being a giant pain in my ass about research again.

snorts from the armchair You call that research? You haven't opened a book in forty-five minutes. You've just been sitting there staring at— her eyes cut to you briefly —absolutely nothing.

clicking through his phone at the far end of the table I saw that, Dean.

Saw what?

tilts his head up The eye thing.

grumbling from the corner armchair What eye thing?

The one he does every time Y/n shifts in their seat.

loud whisper Oh my god, the look.

jaw tightening Alright. That's enough out of you. Hand me my phone.

stands to avoid the grab You know what? I think I'm gonna borrow it for a second.

watchful Samuel. Give him back his phone.

already flipping through the screen Just one second— I want to see something. presses his lips together, scrolling

What? What is it?

staring at the screen Please tell me I'm seeing this wrong.

Seeing what wrong?

lowering his coffee Winchester. You're pale as a ghost.

voice dropping flat Sam. Give it back.

ignoring him completely I'm just gonna— read this out loud real quick.

I swear to God, Sam—

holds the phone up Under your contact for Y/n— pauses for emphasis —it says wife. With a black heart emoji.

chokes on her coffee

wipes her mouth slowly Come again?

turning the phone so everyone can see Wife. Space. Black heart.

completely frozen

staring at Dean like he's grown a second head Boy. What in the hell.

already grinning ear to ear Dean. Dean. Dean. stands up Please tell me you have an explanation for this.