Sam turned to stare instead at you–at the dream version of you–and the smile your face held as you waited expectantly for Dean to join you, as he must have on so many occasions before in his sleep.
“I don’t really feel like having a Freudian psychology session right now analyzing this, Sammy. Let’s just keep moving. Find the real Y/N,” Dean interrupted, unable to meet his brother’s eye.
Sam let out a sigh and followed Dean away from you, further into the dreamscape, but made a mental note to talk to Dean later. To tell him that look the dream version of yourself had given Dean was exactly the one you gave him in waking life. Dean just always looked away before he could see it.