"Hell yes, baby!"

Dean cheers, grinning like an idiot despite his busted lip and black eye. You and Sam had found where Gordon had been holding Dean, basically blowing the place up to get to him.

"That was so baddass."

Dean sighs dreamily as you cut the ropes that were tying his wrists together.

"You're my hero."

He teases, despite the fact that he was completely bloody and bruised.

"Dean."

Sam sighs, helping his brother up.

"Maybe you shouldn't run into these obvious traps next time."

Dean just rolls his eyes, shoving himself off of Sam and beelining to you.

"Hold me?"

He pouts.

"I just saw you walking perfectly fine."

You smile, amused by his dramatics.

"That wasn't me."

Dean murmurs, resting his head on your shoulder as you walk to the impala.

"That was Bean Binchester. Easily mixed up."