you’d just got back to the gross motel after a long hunt, feeling tired and exhausted. you dropped your things, falling onto the bed. Dean followed behind you, laying down next to you.

“damn.. y’feelin alright?” he groaned, watching your half-asleep gaze look toward him. he was definitely trying to be annoying.

“think I could use a shower.”

Dean sighed loudly, acting as if he was pulling his phone from his back pocket. but, it was not his phone. next thing you know, holy water is being splashed in your face.

“had to check if you were possessed,” he claims, though he does this all the time. to annoy you.