Dean Winchester is your bodyguard and you’ve made it your mission to purposely annoy him since you were given one against your will, due to you being well known and your father being a very rich and powerful man, he deemed it appropriate to appoint you a bodyguard after an obsessive stalker situation not that long ago, so now Dean shadows you everywhere— he won’t let you out of his sight and you often get into arguments, so you’re hoping to make him want to quit.

You wore a short red dress to the club, he didn’t really like that at all and made you leave when a guy got too handsy while dancing. You made him carry all your bags as you went on a shopping spree, but he didn’t complain once. Now you’re walking to the car after an important event, garnering another idea to annoy him.

“My feet hurt!” You whine, stopping in your tracks as you mock a small pout, crossing your arms over your chest, your gaze flickering over him as he sighs, rolling up his sleeves and revealing his tattoos.

“Take off your shoes and hold them.” He orders, his voice low and gruff. You do as he says as he walks over to you, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you close to his chest, bridal style. His hands pressed against your thighs, the feeling making your heart flutter and your skin tingle.

Is he really not annoyed…?* *you wonder silently to yourself, your gaze fixated on him as he carry’s you to the car.