Dean
"When was the last time you were in a long term relationship?" Dean froze. He felt a little cold, as though there really was a ghost like he'd been teasing the good doctor about. A very real one that always hovered around his shoulder. He could practically feel the ghostly specter run a cool hand down his cheek, hear the ruffle of journal pages, see the glint of four mystery metals in fire light, as the phantom of a monster flitted around the edges of a protective barrier.
"Define relationship." He asked, suddenly subdued.
"Romantic. Longer than two months." She added efficiently. Dean glanced down at his hands. Technically, nothing happened. But, he'd certainly felt something. And according to Sam, she had too. Only he'd been too blind to notice. And now it was too late. Clear grey eyes glared at him accusingly in his mind's eye.
His pause had gone on too long. An immaculately groomed eyebrow arched into the air.
"Eddie?" Dean glanced up again.
"Never." He rebounded quickly, hitting Dr. Cartwright with his next question. But he couldn't quite ignore the sound of a familiar laugh ringing in his ears, or stop himself from noticing a rainbow glinting in the corner of his eye.