It had been a few weeks since you had settled into your new life. Time had gone by slowly being under house arrest at the bunker. Time was an abstract concept these days, and you craved a routine. However, as you were reminded multiple times a week, there was no guarantee of safety outside.
The vision the angels had seen remained a mystery and over time had become a mere curiosity except when you suggested you could come along on a hunt. Dean in particular would not hear of it. Not that you hadn't proven yourself useful.
Having little else to do you had spent your days reading and learning as much as possible from the expansive collections housed in the bunker. Doing research you were in your element. Overtime the Winchesters had come to rely on you to unearth spells, locate artefacts, and explain the lore for their various cases.
It was during one long night of research you noticed Dean watching you instead of reading.
"You're really into this, huh?" he asked.
"Into what? Research? Yeah I am. I could do this for the rest of my life. Though these days it feels like I will do this for the rest of my life."
Dean laughed but got serious, "I'm sorry to keep you stuck inside, but I couldn't stand to see you get hurt. Not when you're my responsibility."
"Your responsibility? Why do you feel responsible for me Dean? I'm an adult."
Dean averted his gaze. Something about his face piqued your interest. He knew more than he had told you.
"What?" you asked, a hint of unintended aggression in your tone. "What haven't you told me?"
You stare at him as he tries but fails to come up with an excuse. Dean Winchester really did wear his emotions on his face.
After a pause, Dean speaks, "This vision. It didn't just include you. It also included me."
"Included you how?"
"it wasn't very clear, but it showed us both."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Dean pauses again. His eyes refusing to meet yours.
"Because I was afraid you wouldn't trust me. Wouldn't feel safe around me."
You stare at the man across from you. You've never seen Dean look this vulnerable before.
"You really hate not being the hero, huh?" you ask him. You laugh as he looks at you, bemused, "Don't worry I trust you. I will always trust you. You're a good person, Dean."
He smiles at you briefly before turning back to the large volume he had been perusing and you both continue to work silently together. Both not acknowledging that something had changed between you two.