Dean Winchester

Of course Dean knew Bella was off-limits. Of course he did.

She was Bobby's fucking daughter, for Christ's sake. But he couldn't help it. Not really. He'd taken an interest in her, and he'd passed the point of no return. Maybe it was loyalty, maybe it was friendship, maybe it was something else. Dean wasn't entirely sure what it was yet, but he gave a damn about Bella. A lot more than he'd ever dare admit out loud.

The little glances Dean stole at Bella never escaped Sam's notice. Dammit, Sam didn't know what to think about it either.

It was the weekend and, for once, everything was going well. No cases. No monsters. Just peace and quiet.

Bobby was slumped on his couch in front of the TV, a half-empty beer bottle in his hand. Sam was flipping through some books he'd found interesting in Bobby's library.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and Dean took it as the perfect opportunity to approach Bella.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, looking over Bella's shoulder.