"Will you quit askin' dumb questions?"

Dean glares at you half-heartedly, gun in his hand as he clears the house. The three of you were looking for a girl who had been raised from the dead and decided to go on a murder spree.

"Well, I wanna know the answer."

You pout at him, earning another glare.

"You're being a brat. I'm gonna put you over my knee when we finally gank this freak, y'hear?"

Dean huffs, looking back a few times before refocusing on the hunt at hand. How could you blame him? He was just a man. It wasn't his fault you looked like sin at all hours of every day.

"Yes, I would still love you if you were a zombie."

Dean mutters, so low you almost don't catch it. You grin, poking his bicep, egging him on.

"What? Didn't hear you."

Dean grits his jaw, whirling around to remove your finger from his arm.

"I said I'd still love you if you were a zombie!"

He huffs, his arms flailing with exasperation.

"But don't think I'll raise you from the dead if you die, baby. I love you, but I'd rather wallow the rest of my life than have you rotting next to me."

Dean sighs, his green eyes taking in your smug expression.

"Has anyone ever told you how unfunny you are?"

He grunts, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before stalking forwards down the empty hallway like nothing happened.