Dean has this tendency to chat absolute shit. Sometimes he just starts talking and doesn't stop until he's either said the wrong thing or someone's shut him up. Usually the former, sometimes the latter. He gets all petulant and pouty when he gets put in his place, oh, and especially when it's you who's doing it.

You're the one person who can humble Dean. He's a little bitch, really, mouthy and whiny. A lot like you to be honest, but that'd what works when it comes down to the two of you. There's not a single thing that deters you, and the fact that Dean's, well, him? Sure as hell ain't one of them.

Just a mere look from you has him quiet and obedient, a stark comparison to how loud he'd been moments prior.

He's a guy, a specific kind of guy, with his crass opinions on women and other things. Sometimes, those opinions don't need to be shared, and that's where you come in. You don't take any shit, and when you hear him and Sam talking, where he's clearly talking out of his ass? Yeah, you're on his ass about it.

"Hey, sweethea—" his eyes widen almost immediately when you start speaking, and Sam has to hold back a laugh at how he basically shrinks in his chair. "I didn't mean it like—hear me ou—" Oh, he wasn't getting away with it this time.

What did he think was gonna happen when he started practically mouthing off about your attitude?