Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous. (Part 2)
“How-” you voice felt stuck in your throat “How do you know me?”
“He-” she glanced at the door, hesitating as if he could come in any given moment “Doesn’t matter.” she breathed out, shaking her head as if to shake the thought off and turned to leave.
But you weren’t having any of it “No” you breathed out, rushing to grab her arm “No, please.” you looked at her with pleading eyes, for the first time putting all feelings of jealousy aside “Tell me.”
“I-” she sighed, looking around nervously “He’s mentioned you.”
“He?” your hand fell on your side “Dean, right?”
“Yeah.” she pursed her lips and oh you knew that look very well, jealousy and envy “Without really wanting to, uh a couple times. Once or twice in his sleep and other during-” she stopped herself, shrugging and now it was your turn to feel that unpleasant burn inside your chest “I asked him who you were but he always brushed it off, insisting it- you didn’t mean a thing but seeing the way he looks at you just… proves how wrong I always was for believing him. And how wrong he was.”
“About what?” you said in a low voice, biting your lower lip.