Dean liked that little smirk, and the more he sat with Selina, in the quiet, just the two of them, on countless occasions, Dean knew that everything between them was a game. There was honesty, a kind of honesty that he only showed to two other people who were alive, the third perhaps being his father, though he'd been unsure about revealing much about his more emotional side to John. His father was a strong man and that was who Dean tried to be.
Their games were intense, they pushed and pulled, gave a little, let the other turn things around on them, and they'd turn it right back. It was a way to test each other, and really, he appreciated it. Selina kept him on his toes.
"Right," he answered lightly, toying with her fingers now she had her hand over his. "I think you're making this up to give me that ego boost, 'cause lately I'm pretty sure even the people I've known for years couldn't care less." He glanced away, out the wind-shield, towards the trees.