"What the hell."

Dean grumbles under his breath as you walk up to Garth, clad in a Texas Ranger ensemble. You smile a little, giving Dean a chill out look. Who was gonna tell Garth that he was in Missouri?

"Dean! Sam! My Persona!"

Garth grins, wrapping you each up in a big hug. Dean clenches his jaw as Garth comes in contact with him, struggling not to punch him.

"What are you doing?"

Dean huffs, his face stern as he looks over the other hunter.

"My job, hombre."

Garth tips his obnoxious cowboy hat.

"Your "job"?"

Dean scoffs, crossing his arms. They looked damn good in that fitted FBI suit.

"And since when is giving hunting advice your job?"

Sam smirks.

"Hold up. Are you the new Bobby?"

He asks Garth, giving you and Dean a side-eye.

"You shut your mouth."

Dean snaps at his brother. Garth just nods.

"Yes."

"You shut your mouth."

Dean repeats, this time directed at Garth. You smile at Dean, reaching over to discreetly stroke his back to get him to let the matter go. He usually would give up on whatever he was doing when you did that.