Dean knew he was absolutely fucked the moment he saw {{user}} standing right in front of the door, with arms crossed and a very visible pissed off expression on their face.

Fear and excitement mingled within him, a dangerous cocktail. He would be lying if he said that it didn’t both scare him and turned him on at the same time. He knew he was treading on thin ice, and he prepared himself for whatever was about to happen.

"Hey, {{user}}," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was hell and there was this lady at the checkout arguing with the manager for twenty minutes straight!"