Something that literally popped into my head a week or so ago. I thought it would be funny o see Dean not so cocky around the opposite sex.

Please R&R!

Rejection

"You're acting weird." Sam pointed out to his older brother, Dean, who was now staring at a chestnut haired girl.

"Yeah," Dean looked down, suddenly shy, "I normally go for the blondes." He added, making a weak attempt at a joke.

"Believe me, I know." Sam smiled, deciding to go along with it.

Sam suddenly noticed how Dean was looking down, how the girl was sneaking glances at him. Somewhere in his head, a light bulb turned on and Sam got the big picture.

He put it all together in the split second brain activity he had picked up at pre-law at Stanford, having to make crucial decisions in minute time as if he was in court.

Dean had been silent the whole time; something that Dean had probably never done in his life. Dean's eyes had been stuck on that chestnut haired girl 90 of the night, and the girl had become growingly enigmatic since Dean walked in, just asking for him to come over and flirt with her. Then again, what girl didn't fall prey to Dean Winchester's charm?

"You should go talk to her." Sam commented out loud, just itching to see the reaction on his brother's face.

Dean looked up slowly, and Sam saw his face had all the character a 5 year-old boy would have on his first day of school: shy and nervous. Sam almost blew a rib repressing his laugh.

"Are you," Sam snorted, "Afraid?"

"No!" Dean said a little too loudly. He smoothed down the sleeve of his leather jacket, trying to regain some of his ego, sorry, composure, "Come on, man, who do you think I am? Chicks dig me!"

"But you're scared, dude. Face it." Sam smiled mischievously, "I never thought I'd see the day when Dean Winchester would be afraid to approach a girl."

"Look at her, Sammy." Dean glanced over at the girl, who was now taking a swig from a bottle of Dean's favourite beer. Perfect, "She looks amazing."

"How is that scary?"

"Just…the way she looks, man. The way she's laughing with all her friends. The way she drinks that beer!" Dean clearly had a face of longing.

"Now, Dean, let's clear this up." Sam had to laugh, " Do you want to meet this girl…or just sleep with her? Because, you know, there's a difference."

"Shut up." Dean punched Sam's arm.

"But it's you Dean."

"No, really?" Dean posed the question sarcastically. He sighed, taking another drink from his beer, "Have you ever seen me look like this, Sammy?" He stared at him head-on.

"First of all, it's Sam." Sam forced to look at his older brother, "Wow."

"What?"

"I've never seen you look like this since, well-"

"Cassie?" Dean finished for him.

"Well, yeah."

"Exactly."

"Then you should definitely talk to her." Sam turned in his seat to take another look at the girl, "She's definitely pretty."

"Hey." Dean suddenly put on his 'serious' face, "She's mine."

Sam laughed as Dean took another drink and got up.

"You're going to go talk to her now?"

"Hey, man. No time like the present." Dean mustered a smile.

Sam patted Dean on the shoulder, only to have his hand shoved aside.

"Don't touch me. She might think we're romantically involved." Dean said to him with wild-looking eyes.

"You really are paranoid." Sam said, still trying to convince himself that his older brother was literally falling for a girl.

Dean smiled and started to walk away.

Sam still couldn't believe it. Dean was about to hit on a girl that he actually liked liked.

And what made him break down in laughter seconds later is that Dean could be, in the next minute or so, rejected.