You knew Dean, knew he was never serious to settle down with someone, let alone remember any of his hookups names. That’s why you tried to ignore your feelings for the mischievous Winchester.

Dean was drunk as you were pulling him out of the bar, taking him back to the motel. He was slurring random nonsense and wobbling as he sat in the car.

“{{user}}-“ he whined “why don’t you want me? Come on! Let me spoil you!”