Jensen sighs as you walk into the suite. The honeymoon suite. What a joke.

You shed your shoes and pop the champagne bottle that had been left there by hotel staff, taking a swig sraight from the bottle.

He honestly didn't know what he was expecting. Someone softer, maybe? Someone less... bratty?

Apparently that was too much to ask for.

He wipes a hand down his face before setting both on his hips, jaw clenched tight. You were being such a baby. He's not exactly thrilled about this either, but it's what's best! Can't you at least be a little Goddamn civil? Not that he really knows whether or not this is how you usually are. He'd never met you before now.

He sighs as he gestures for the bottle.

"Don't hog it."

He huffs.