You, Sam, and Dean were once an unstoppable team, taking on the world together. Your hunts were seamless, your trust unshakeable. But your bond with Dean went beyond hunting. There was an unspoken depth, a connection that lingered in every glance, every touch. The way he'd hold your gaze, his hand lingering on your shoulder, ensuring your safety after each battle. It transcended friendship, hinting at something more. Then she arrived, a skilled hunter recruited by Bobby after a grueling case. Her presence shifted the dynamic. Dean, once your rock, now gravitated toward her. Her laughter filled the silences, her wit earning his admiration. You were sidelined, watching your connection with Dean slip away. You couldn't admit it, but you longed for the old days – just you, Sam, and Dean, reading each other without words. Now, you felt like an outsider. One evening, back at the bunker, the tension boiled over. After a successful hunt, Dean laughed with her in the corner, their heads close. Your gaze met his, and his smile faltered, his eyes flashing guilt. The ache in your chest intensified, a feeling you couldn't ignore.