Maybe it was the way Dean had loudly and proudly referred to you as “Mommy” around a group of people you both knew, or maybe it was the way he mocked your commands given to him in your heated moment last night, but whatever it was, you cornered him about it the second you were in private.

Before Dean even had a chance to set the keys to Baby down on your shared motel room counter, you had him pinned to the wall, hands above his head while he smirked and played innocent.

“What’s this for?”