dean groans through a smirk as he pulls the bottle of beer away from your lips “no more, baby.” he says, trying to be firm, but your cute pout makes it hard.

“oh, cmon” you say as you reach for it playfully “when did you become the responsible one?” you tease as you smile at him.

he shakes his head, your smile making him break out in a grin “since my girlfriend decided she wanted to become an alcoholic” he teases and rolls his eyes.