"Hell no."

Dean grunts out, his voice echoing emptily throughout the abandoned asylum.

"I am not letting my girl out of my sight in this freakin' creep house. You wanna split up from us Sammy, be my guest."

Sam groans, crossing his arms at his older brother as he keeps his fingers protectively laced through yours. Dean did not like splitting up with you for any reason, especially not on a case. He didn't mean to be overbearing, but he just couldn't lose you. He couldn't bare the thought of splitting up for the last time and then finding you lifeless in some corridor without him- fuck that would kill him.

"It's gonna take a lot longer to get a read on this place then, Dean."

Sam frowns, looking at you as if to ask for help. You give him a pitiful smile, both of you knowing there was no way Dean would agree, like ever.

"Well, better get a move on then Sam. The spooks are waiting."

Dean rolls his eyes as Sam walks down a separate hallway, leaving you two alone.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Let's explore."

He winks, kissing your temple before guiding you forwards.