Dean knew something was different the moment he opened his eyes that morning. He was like that; sometimes he could know what would happen even before it would happen or after it happened.His outstretched arms were draped on the bed and from the empty space there and the way that the bed sheet still seemed perfectly arranged he knew instantly that his wife hadn’t slept there.Dean wasn’t surprised, shortly after the news about Kate’s death reached her he had started to notice some changes in Jean.For one he was suddenly withdrawn as through the death of her child had opened to her eyes the possibilities that she hadn’t seen before. But the most funny part of it all was the scent he got off her sometimes.It was the scent of sex and another wolf. Jean was sleeping out he knew and the fact that she thought she could sleep with a wolf in their pack here and climb into his bed after she had done the evil deed brought a wide grin across his face.There was nothing that pleased him more th