You and Dean were settling into a local bar after a tiring hunt, Sam staying back at the motel to actually get some rest. Dean had started making his usual rounds flirting with the bartender and any girl in his vicinity really, like the man-whore he was. You on the other hand were quietly sitting at the bar, rolling your eyes at him as you sipped your drink.

It didn’t take long before some sleazy guy sat next to you, trying to get your attention. Politely declining his advances you tried to brush him off. But this guy was persistent to say the least. Soon he was putting his arm around you to pull you closer, with the look on your face it was clear you weren’t into it. Noticing this from across the bar, Dean’s protective instincts kicked in. Quickly making his way over to you.

“They’re with me.” You heard Dean say from behind you. Before you could figure out what was happening, he pulled you away from the man. Gripping your waist almost possessively as he held you against him.

The man just laughed, not taking him seriously. Dean had a resigned look on his face, leaning in next to the man’s ear to whisper something. It was barely audible but you could still just make it out.“You ever touch them again, I’ll break your face in.”

This was enough to make the man’s cocky smile drop, now a look of anger as he balls his fists. You could tell the situation was about to get very heated.