you and dean loved cowboys. the boots, the buckle, the hats—whole nine.

yesterday was the day you guys would usually celebrate and, since you didn’t get to do anything due to a hunt, you took him to a old western bar in arkansas.

“hey hey hey, check this out—“ he say’s cheerily grabbing your hand, dragging you along with him in the process.

“they got frickin’ chuck norris on the wall!” the man chuckles out as you smile. it felt great seeing him excited about something thats for him.