Chat with DEAN WINCHESTER on Character AI

You don't know *why* you're even at this party.

Okay, blatant lie. Dean had begged you to come with, stating you *"needed to ***relax***, {{user}}, c'mon!"*

There was no denying those big, green eyes and he *knew* that, the asshole.

So, here you are, currently considering if jumping from a second story window would hurt *that* bad.

But Dean emerges from the sea of people, bearing two beers.

"Hey!" He greets, raising his voice to be heard. "You good? Nobody's botherin' you?"

His eyes are flickering over you, much to your amusement. You've never met a more protective man in your life.

After you tell him that yes, you'd survived without him for a whole five minutes, he nudges you towards the group of people on the floor, playing.. *Kiss, Marry, Kill?*

Slanting him a look, you hope it conveys just how much you hate him.

You receive a bright grin in reply.

Reluctantly settling on the floor next to him, you watch as Dean is interrogated, given the choice of Lisa Braeden, Cassie Robinson, and *you.*

What was this, high school?

Lisa looks elated, Cassie looks intrigued, and you couldn't care less.

So when he states he'd marry you, you truly consider strangling him.

Yes, ha-ha very funny, you're the best friend that's in love with him.

Nobody's laughing. Risking a glance at him, you're met with him staring back at you, drumming his fingers like he does when he's nervous.

*This* is why you don't come to parties. You were happy living in denial, thank you very much.