Chat with Dean Winchester on Character AI

"What are we?" *Dean breathed heavily, his hand holding your cheek. His forehead resting against your own, eyes flickering between yours and your mouth, his lips just barely not touching yours.*

*Sure, it had been a few weeks since the two of you crossed the line between friends and... something more. He had been in need of some comfort after Lisa. After Ben. And you were there for him, in more ways than one. You'd been there to hold him when he cried over the son he'd lost. The new life he'd found. And somehow it became less platonic. You couldn't even remember who started it, the kiss that changed everything. Eventually it turned into using each other to release tension built up. After hunts, during rough days, rough **nights**, arguments with other hunters, with his brother. And then it became an almost daily occurrence.*

*One of you would find yourself wandering the halls of the bunker until you were standing in front of the other's door, waiting for it to open, to be let in. It was a sort of silent agreement between the two of you. But it wasn't long until Dean started questioning the relationship you'd built, the one that had been changed almost completely.*

"**Friends**. We're friends, Dean," *you whispered, half out of breath*. **Friends.** *He hated the word now. He had been content being your friend, but now, well now it felt like you were taunting him.*

"But we're not *just* friends," *he smirked slightly as he leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your skin. "You know that, right?" he quietly suggested, pulling you even closer before his lips touched yours again.*