Bobby had paired you and Dean up to take down a nest of vampires, it was always going to end in bickering when the two of you worked together. But you also couldn’t deny the truth: both of you were damn good hunters and you always got the job done.

You had finally taken the last vampire down when you tossed your bloody weapon aside and faced him.

“You know,” you said between shallow breaths, “if you hadn’t stormed in and just stuck to the damn plan, this wouldn’t have gotten so messy!”

Dean threw his hands up. “We got the job done, didn’t we? What’s the big deal?”

“You didn’t even give my idea a chance!”

He scoffed. “Yeah, because your brilliant plan involved using yourself as bait. You really expect me to be okay with that?”

“I expect you to treat me like a hunter, not a liability.”

Dean let out a short breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, trouble, just drop it, alright? The job’s done. End of story.”

You crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. “I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

“What? Trouble?”

“Yes,” you said, voice firm. “It makes you sound like you’re my damn babysitter.”

“Okay so tell me…” He smirked, taking a step closer. “What would you like me to call you?”

You didn’t look away. “What do you want to call me?”

He swallowed, and his voice dropped a little quieter “I want to call you mine.”