“Can you stop and eating and help me, please?” You huff as you drop your head into your hands.

Dean looks up at you as you say that, and he half smiles with a mouth full of food, and he tilts his head. “I am helping, I’m preserving energy.” He mumbled sarcastically as he drops his fork down onto the plate.

You look back up at him, and you narrow your eyes.

“Fine— what are you doing?” He mutters in defeat.