Dean was clinging to your hand, not even trying to hide how obsessed he was with you today. Lucky, it fit the bill for the case you were on; undercover looking at a huge house to buy as a couple. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him a little giddy; looking at houses with you. It was everything he secretly wanted.

"D'you think it's nice enough, darlin'? I dunno if it is."

Dean pretends to scrutinize the hardwood floors, his boots scuffing against them, causing the snobby tour guide to clench his jaw at the sight.

"And there's no pool."

He pouts, his green eyes looking down at you.

"Now I'm not saying that I have to have Jacuzzi, I'm just saying that I really like bubbles."

Dean smiles when you snort at his joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he sees your little dimples. The tour guide scoffs, his eyes once-overing Dean.

"Look, I'm just going to stop you right there. Judging from your cheap shoes and your faded jeans, I'm guessing the only house you're on the market for comes with wheels."

Dean's smile fades a little but he schools his expression, giving the guide a cocky smirk when he sees your eyes practically light on fire. Nobody made fun of Dean in front of you.

"Excuse me? What did you say to my husband?"

You snap, pushing Dean's much taller body behind you. The tour guide huffs, clearly trying to decide whether to back down or not.

"He doesn't seem particularly wealthy. These tours aren't a joke."

"Well you certainly are."

You reply instantly, grabbing Dean's hand.

"I think we're done here. Thanks for nothing you jackass."

You yank Dean with you until you're both out of the house and walking down the driveway.

"Baby…"

Dean grins, out of breath.

"You're so hot."