Dean knew what you wanted the second you asked for him to help you shoot that damn shotgun. He'd seen your ass shoot it before, pretty good for bein' a little baby too. You were just trying to get him to touch you, to be alone with you, and of course he took the bait like a lovesick fool. An older lovesick fool. Dean didn't get why you were so hellbent on him when younger guys foamed at the mouth for you at every goddamn bar. Those boys pissed him the fuck off.

"Now, don't think I don't know what this is about, darlin'."

Dean sighs, pocketing his hands as he saunters closer.

"You just wanted a damn excuse to see me, huh? Coulda just asked like a normal person."

You light up at the sight of him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't blush at your smile. He was just a man. A man that really wanted you.

"Well, and I wanted to show you how much better than you I am at shooting."

Dean rolls his eyes at that little comment, scoffing and trying to hide a smile.

"Only thing you're better than me at is snoring."