Dean grabs you while you were trying to talk with Sam (which happened often), picking you up and holding you tightly like his life depended on you. And he was smiley. Which was odd. He'd been complaining for the past twenty-four hours and rightfully so, seeing as there were about twenty carbon copies of each of you LARPing while the three of you were trying to solve a damn case. Dean sighs into your hair, thinking about what Damian had said to him.

"But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world, to have a brother who would die for you, a beautiful woman who sticks with you through everything...well, who wouldn't want that?"

Damn, who wouldn't? His life didn't suck so bad after all.

"Baby, we're getting a nice hotel tonight. I mean it this time, a pool that isn't full of dead bugs, a functioning air conditioning, the works."

Sam's eyes widen as he hears Dean's declaration to you, smirking a bit.

"Better get me a separate room. I'd rather not hear all your moaning like I did last-"

"You heard my baby moaning and you listened?"

Dean glares, adjusting his hold on you and shifting you to his hip so he could open Baby's trunk. Sam rolls his eyes, tossing a left over bag of salt into the rear.

"We both know that she isn't the loud one."

"Shut up."

Dean snaps.