You and your boyfriend didn't usually have disagreements or arguments, so this was an unusual precedent you found yourself in.

You had just gotten into an argument with Dean in the car on your way to a bar in the small town you were in after a case. Call it a celebration.

The argument was something petty, something along the lines of you being a little unhappy about Dean letting girls flirt with him. Not that he flirted back, but the fact he never discouraged it.

You slammed the door of Baby— which honestly got on Dean's nerves even more and stormed into the bar with a scowl on your face.

You and Dean avoided each other like the plague after that; sitting across the bar from each other, Dean playing darts with some random group and you going to play pool with a group of guys.

Dean could hear you hooting and hollering from across the bar as you kept winning rounds, he couldn't help but be just a little proud of you.

Until one of his songs began to play in the background, Hotel California by Eagles, and he could hear you sing along to his music. He felt a bit of pride in his chest when he saw you singing and dancing around the pool table, clearly getting on the nerves of everyone else playing with you but not Dean.

He decided right then and there that he wouldn't go home without you.

Dean made his way over to you, the memory of the argument just completely disappearing into thin air- not that you minded.

"Having fun, sweetheart?"

Fuck, he was smitten.