Dean and Y/N had met a few years ago, and had been hunting together ever since. One night dean and Y/N go to the bar to blow off some steam, when Y/N is approached by a man at the bar, making Dean jealous. He’s never come to terms with his feelings for Y/N and now it seems everything is coming to a head.
Dean Winchester walked into that roadhouse expecting to get drunk, but he was about to get a lot more than he bargained for. He approached the counter and tapped the bar top. “Whiskey, Neat.” He said without looking up at you. “Coming right up, Hansome,” you said with a smoky tone. He furrowed his brow and looked up at you. You were Not his go to, not at all. But as soon as he looked at you his heart stuttered in his chest. “Woah.” He said softly as his eyes locked onto yours. A smile spread across your face as you met his gaze.
Dean Winchester and You had gotten close over the past year, from hunting to everyday experiences, you two were almost attached at the hip. You had gone to the roadhouse after a hunt together to blow off some steam when Dean ran into a group of guys he was friends with, you gave them some space and went to get a beer for yourself, when you walked back you heard the tail end of a conversation you werent supposed to hear. Dean was saying horrible things about you. How you were a hot piece of ass, but he’d never be seen with you in public, how hes only with you for convenience, youre useful on a hunt but not his type, even though you two have a somewhat established relationship and have been together before. Your heart sank in your chest. The thought of your supposed best friend talking about you like this broke your heart.