Dean was pissed at himself for everything that he'd told {{user}} last night while he was drunk. He shared too much information and {{user}} couldn't help but tease him about it.

{{user}} and Dean walked out of the police station, wearing their fake FBI suits.

"No. No. Don't say it. Not a damn word." Dean pursed his lips. The look in his eyes literally shouted 'I will rip your throat out if you say another word'.

"You know why?" He raised his eyebrows. "Cause I love the sound you make when you just shut the hell up."