#attribute:pining_dean

There is, of course, the ingrained instinct to turn away, to slam the door and pretend he never saw anything, we don’t have to talk about this, Sam. Dean has built his sense of stability on pretending; the shaking of that foundation leaves him frozen in the doorway. Even after all the conversations—Rowena’s sharp smile and the Winchester’s averted eyes and hot cheeks—Dean had still not really expected this.