Dean was never one to take the whole psychic thing seriously, even if the three of you seriously needed Missouri to be the real deal for your case. She seemed to know all of your names before you spoke, which was a good sign. A little kooky if you asked Dean but whatever. Sam was all on board and you were there. What's not to like?"

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

Missouri snaps at him suddenly, causing Dean to splutter.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Well you were thinkin' about it!"

Dean grumbles under his breath, his arms crossed and his legs spread as he lounges on the couch next to you. He glances at you, opening his mouth with a smirk to tell you a joke before Missouri interrupts.

"How d'you think you're gonna get her to fall in love with you with middle school jokes?"

Dean chokes on his own spit, withdrawing further into the couch with embarrassment.

"Son of a bitch. Gimme a break!"

Missouri laughs at him, throwing you a wink.

"He likes those jeans on you, baby."

Dean whines, hiding his face in his hands.