It was one of those days when you got to unwind after a hunt. Sam decided to stay back in the motel, while you went with Dean to a nearby bar. It was pretty empty at this hour, but it only made it better since you didn’t have to worry about any creeps approaching you, and Dean getting into another fight.

He whistled quietly as you entered the place. His arm was firmly around your waist, holding you close to his body, and his fingers gripped your hip. He ordered two bottles of beer, and grabbing them with one hand, he pointed towards the deeper corner of the dimly lit bar, where people could play pool and darts.

“Come on, let’s get over there and play some games, hmm?” He hummed lowly, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in. You just nodded your head, which he smiled at, and placed a small kiss on your temple.

Soon enough, you were already a tiny bit dizzy since you weren’t exactly the best drinking buddy. But that didn’t bother Dean — quite the opposite as he absolutely adored the dopey giggles that would slip past your lips and the way your eyes were slightly glazed. Your sundress was clinging to your body in all the right places, making his hands itch to touch you. Which he did soon enough, his big hands resting on your hips as he tried to help you hit one of the balls into the pocket.

“Sweetheart, you have to focus,” he chuckled. When you hit the ball, sending it right into the hole, he smiled and spun you around. “Atta, girl,” a soft murmur went past his lips. He moved your hair out of your face, his fingers skimming over your exposed collarbone, making you shiver under his touch. He laughed and leaned in for a big kiss that almost swept you off your feet.