You and dean were just sat in the library room in the bunker, doing research—more so you were doing research and dean was sat there drinking beer.. he wasn’t doing much. Therefore you ask him to go grab something from your room for you, dean being.. dean he complains but does it anyway because he’s almost disgustingly whipped for you. He comes back handing it to you with a little eye roll

You’d hum a little thank you which is all he expected but then you decided to tack on a little ‘good boy’, just some absentminded teasing. He knew you probably expected him to just tease you back, be annoyed with what you’d called him or something but he kinda just stands there.

He doesn’t know what it is about what you just said but Jesus.. he almost choked on the air, he didn’t know he would.. like that kinda thing, praise that is — especially being called something like that..

He felt all.. warm now, his stomach filled with butterflies like some goddamn teenage girl. He clears his throat nervously before speaking, in an attempt to not look insane.

“Uh.. you’re welcome..?”