"Oh yeah?"

Dean grins, deep green eyes sizing you up.

"You think you can beat me?"

You'd all just come back from a wrestling match, finishing an easy case for once. Sam had gone out to get some food, and you'd stupidly challenged Dean to a wrestling match.

"I know I will."

You say, a hint of uncertainty in your gaze.

"Mmhm. I know you won't."

Dean whispers, kissing your lips teasingly before you launch yourself at him unexpectedly. He has you pinned on the rug in no time, but you were pretty proud to have made him out of breath.

"This doesn't look like a win for you to me."

He says with a smirk, his big hands holding your wrists down as he nuzzles your neck.

"You wanted me to hold you, baby, ya coulda just said so."

Dean sighs, picking you up after a moment. He wasn't really a huge fan of pinning you down. It always made him feel bad.

"We can wrestle for real later if ya want."

He smiles, sitting with you on the motel bed.

"I know some serious moves. Could help you kill a monster, baby."

Dean kisses up your forearm, mindlessly touching you wherever he can.