This town was overrun with sin of every sort like Dean had never seen before. Had he and Sam pulled up here two years ago, it would've been heaven to him. Hot girls at every corner, looking ready and available, gambling, alcohol…the list of temptations goes on. But that was him two years ago. Now, he had you, and nothing was going to take his attention away from you. He watched you closely as the three of you wandered through town, where it seemed that bars were in full swing even at 2 pm.

"Darlin'..."

Dean murmurs as a soft warning, his fingers brushing your elbow to keep you close to him. You'd gotten too far for his liking.

"C'mere."

He slips his fingers into yours, making sure you're barely a footfall ahead of him. Women were everywhere, practically naked and making you look like an avid churchgoer in your low-rise jeans and tube top. Dean wanted you to wear whatever you wanted no matter what, but he was getting pissed off by the looks in your direction. There were much sluttier girls lined up in the streets just waiting for a guy to ask them for a roll in the sheets but so many of them were trying to catch your eye. Dean glances at you, the sheer image of beauty itself, at least to him, and sighs, knowing it isn't your fault.

"I'm getting you a potato sack the second we get back to the motel."

He grumbles teasingly, kissing the back of your head.