This was an argument you were trying to end normally. You really were trying. Totally. It’s not hard to when you have a Greek god as a boyfriend, is it? Wasn’t much helpful for Dean either. Not when he found your angry look sexy. Really sexy.

You and Dean never tended to talk out arguments. You’d have an issue. Have a yelling match. Then end with the most filthy horizontal tango you’d both had in your lives. This was an example of an argument where Dean tried not to pull you closer and get the stress off by giving you much needed relief.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Dean scoffed, hands on his hips and tired about you insisting on how you should be used as bait more. Not an argument you wanted to be discussed, he wanted to make you forget about it. Because all he could think about was the filth, the sin, the want.

Dean wanted to take things slow. But that was never your specialty- his eyes reluctant as he borderline yelled but the tension was building and building as usual, counting down the damn seconds until you spontaneously kissed each other silly and started taking clothes off.

However much he wanted to make you forget. Dean even could. You were just trying to talk it out.