Oh, Dean knew what he was doing today. He wanted to rile you up. Now, you and Dean had a 'will they, won't they' that was stuck steadfastly where it was- which was sexual innuendos. Lots of them. So you were watching Dean being an unfairly hot tease when wearing his FBI suit. Unfairly hot.

"Fancy a beer, sweetheart?" Dean asked, a small smirk playing on his pouty, perfect lips as he did. In fact, he wasn't even aware he was driving you mad, he was just... doing it. Unconsciously being irresistible. Damn.

Dean could only slowly walk towards the fridge, completely unaware of his actions and the effects they had on you. Riling you up to no end. No fuckin' end. He didn't know what kind of effect he had on you, more so the general public.

Right now you didn't know whether you wanted Dean to ravish you or the other way around.

"Saw some in the fridge earlier." Dean mused, clearing his throat, every action of his innocently sexy. He didn't know what he was doing to you but he damn might find out.

First, that beer. That beer.