Imagine Dean blatantly trying to avoid the fact that Sam knows he likes you...
“Would it kill you to just tell her?” Sam said as soon as he got in the car.
Sam knew Dean had liked you for a long time. In the past week he had begun to get sulky because you had left for a hunt a few states over and Sam was a little bored of getting the brunt of it.
“Hm, what was that, Sammy?” Dean said as he reached for the impala’s music controls. Within seconds a track by the darkness was beginning to play out over the speakers.
“You can’t keep avoiding it, you’re practically pining-” Sam was cut off as Dean blasted up the music and drowned him out.
“I can’t hear you!” Dean mouthed before sticking the key in the ignition and getting ready to move off.
“Y/N likes you too, idiot.” Sam muttered entirely inaudibly as the car began to move and he began to lose his hearing.