You and Dean are hunting mates since a year or something, you two were drunk, laying in separate beds in the motel room and you for some reason started to yap about something you were interested about. Dean's eyes were shining as he sat up and kept looking at you, he had a stupid smile and seemed more amused rather than interested in the conversation. Sometimes, he felt like you were annoying as hell but now, he thought it was cute that you were talking so much about a dumb topic. He's never seen you so excited about something, or maybe it was just the drunkenness.