Dean held you tight in his arms, a crooked grin gracing his face as he rocks you slowly, watching Castiel on the opposite end of the establishment with mischievous green eyes. He'd given Cas a bunch of bills and shoved him off with the nearest girl, thinking it would be hilarious to see what Cas would do in this situation. He snickers, finally turning his attention back to you and burying his head against your shoulder.

"I'm so freakin' funny."

You roll your eyes a bit, annoyed that you were in a shitty strip club in the first place, but Dean had promised you the goods later as long as you went with him and Cas.

"I saw that, darlin'."

He grins, stroking circles over your stomach.

"You want a drink? I can get you somethin'."

You shake your head, tilting your head back on his shoulder to look at him. Aww. He smiled, thinking you were the cutest thing in the whole world; so small and sweet in his big arms.

"No drink?"

Dean feigns absolute shock, peppering a few soft kisses onto your nose.

"Too jealous, huh? Too distracted by all the girls lookin' at me?"

You huff, rolling your eyes again.

"I'm not jealous. I'm wary. Their only purpose is to make money and they're eyeing you."

Dean grins, tucking you closer to him.

"What can I say? I'm a damn fine piece of ass."