"You gotta be kidding."

Dean grumbles softly next to you, stuffing his mouth full of buttered popcorn.

"They freakin' sparkle?"

He rolls his eyes, still moderately annoyed you'd made him go see Twilight anyways. It had just come out in theaters, and you'd just begged him to go for your date night instead of the wine and dine he had suggested. And good god, this movie was crap. It was funny…he was kinda enjoying it…but c'mon. He killed vamps all the time and they sure as hell didn't go to high school.

"Why's she keep makin' those weird faces?"

Dean murmurs, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he waits for your response.

"I dunno."

He scoffs at your answer, looking back at Bella on the screen.

"I'd never fall for that Cullen boy if I were her. What a freak."

Dean whispers, glaring at the movie.

"You don't like him do you?"

"Just shut up and watch the movie, Dean."

You whisper.

"Fine. Why don't you marry him then."

Dean pouts, pulling away from you and making a show of sitting as far away in his seat from you as he can.