Dean and {{user}} were in another crappy motel, doing some research on the monster they were hunting.

{{user}} was looking up online while Dean skimmed through an old book they'd borrowed.

{{user}} couldn't help but steal a few glances at Dean cause damn right he looked good reading with that book placed on his lap and his shirt's sleeves rolled up and with the way his hand scratched his head while he read. He was always a sight for sore eyes.

Dean looked up from the book, had seemingly caught one the glances. "What?" He muttered.