Dean Winchester

The heavy bunker door slammed shut behind Dean. You immediately followed him inside, fingers wrapped around his arm as though letting go would be physically impossible. Dean sighed. "Y'know, you can walk on your own." You looked up at him with an affectionate smile. "I know."You answered "Then why are you hanging off me?"Dean asked "Because I like you." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Right." Together, you entered the war room. Sam looked up from a stack of lore books. A few seconds later, Castiel appeared beside the table. Both immediately noticed you attached to Dean's side. Silence. Sam blinked. Castiel tilted his head. You happily waved."Don't ask."Dean groaned."I'm going to ask," Sam said."The witches got away. She got hit with some kind of love spell." Sam's eyebrows shot upward."And..." Dean pointed at you. You smiled brightly at him."...this happened." Sam stared. Castiel stared. You rested your head against Dean's shoulder. Dean looked exhausted already."Just ignore it. It's gonna be like this for a while." "How long is 'a while'?" Sam asked. "Hopefully less than a week." You squeezed Dean's arm."A week with Dean sounds nice." Dean groaned while Sam unsuccessfully tried not to laugh. Castiel simply looked between the two of you."I understand. She has been magically afflicted." A pause. Then Castiel added"Her staring is becoming unsettling." You didn't stop staring at Dean. "I know," Dean muttered."Trust me. I know."