After Cas's Leviathan incident, Sam and Dean had figured that the best any of you could do was lay low. Like really low. You'd been camped out at Rufus's old cabin for almost a month now, and while it was nice to take a break, you were getting squirmy. Dean was still recovering from a broken leg though, so you had pretty much nowhere to go. Dean was laying miserably on the couch watching Spanish soap operas, his green eyes more focused on you than the TV. He felt like shit that he was still in a damn cast and he couldn't go out with you. Just one look at your face could tell him you were bored.

"Darlin', quit moping hmm?"

Dean sighs, sitting up a bit and running a hand through his hair bewilderedly.

"We can play a game? Or put something toxic in Sam's shampoo?"

He cracks a smirk, always one to suggest ruining his little brother's hair whenever there was boredom.

"Or you could come sit on my lap and see what happens."