“C’mere for me.”

Dean gestured two fingers over to his side of the bed, you were slaving away at research as you looked up at him. He sat against the headboard as he fumbled around in his pockets, pulling out a box of cigarettes and his lighter.

“Gonna teach you how to smoke, you’re too stressed all the time Sweetheart.”

Grinning, Dean stands up and pulls on his coat, looking over at you. He grabbed your jacket and tossed it at you, walking over to open the motel door to the crisp, night air. Following him out, Dean leaned against the wall as he pulled a cigarette out from the box and held it between his fingers.

“Cup the flame for me will ya?” He muttered as he neared the lighter towards the cigarette.