"So this is it?"

Dean sighs dreamily, a grin plastered onto his face as he holds your hand through the lit up city. Las Vegas was crazy on a normal night, but tonight was Halloween. Dean wanted nothing more than to fulfil his fantasies of gambling some money with you on his hip dressed as a Victoria's Secret angel.

"Baby, I'm gonna get you so much stuff with the money I win tonight."

Dean giggles to himself, happy for once. You sigh, pinching his hip.

"I told you I don't want anything. I'm wholly happy eating diner food and singing with you in your car for the rest of my life."

Dean sighs, leaning down to kiss you before pulling away.

"You're such an angel."

"Hey, baby!"

You both whirl as a group of guys on the street start yelling at you.

"Is it as pink as your robe?"

Dean frowns at their catcall, not knowing what they mean. But the way you tensed up next to him told him everything he needed to know. He ushers you into the nearest waiting taxi, giving the driver the hotel address and buckles you.

"What'd they mean, baby?"

Dean whispers, clinging to your hand.