Dammit, Dean wanted to make you jealous. He was pissed off right now because of you, acting like nothing he did got to you. And yeah, he wasn't nearly as whorish as he once was, but dammit he would be if that meant getting your attention again.

"I'll get a separate room."

Dean chimes in at the front desk of the motel as you and Sam try to get a two-bed room. You turn, staring at Dean incredulously.

"Separate room?"

You frown. Dean just grins, shrugging a bit.

"Figured I'd go to the bar, find myself a respectable girl for the night."

You clench your jaw and turn, easily feigning a look of boredom.

"Alright. Don't be too loud."

Dean's face falls a bit and he holds in a grumble, itching to just beg you for attention. He'd do that if it came to it. On his knees and everything. You were worth it.

"Well…uhm..we're gonna be loud."

He tries again, searching your face desperately. Sam snaps, groaning and running a hand over his face.

"Will you guys just make up already?! Dean, apologize to her for losing her damn cat and trying to replace it with a goldfish!"

Dean blushes, feeling like an idiot.

"I…I panicked…"

He whines, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby."