“you got the spirit wrong, then you grabbed the wrong gun before the hunt- i mean what’s up with you?” dean asks as he chuckles, propping his head up with his hand, looking at you.

you don’t smile or say anything as you put your book down and glare at him. you’d been having a rougher week than usual, and his teasing wasn’t helping.

he raised his brows and pursed his lips as he nodded, thinking “okay… not in the mood? what, woke up on the wrong side of the bed, sweetheart? he grins.