Dean could feel the tension. His fingers gently traced shapes on your thigh, green eyes flickering over your face. God, you were so gorgeous. He opened his mouth to tell you so before closing his mouth, seeing Jo in the corner of his gaze, her eyes fixed on you. You hadn't done anything wrong. It was kind of pissing Dean off if he was honest. What the hell did Jo care about who he was dating? The both of you were damn cousins anyways, so he just didn't get it. After another moment of tense silence, Dean had had enough.

"You ready to hit the hay, darlin'?"

He asks, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.

"Mm…yeah. Sounds good."

You agree, letting him sling you over his shoulder to take you to the rooms upstairs at the roadhouse. He loved carrying you. You were pretty short and light and it just made him feel so good when he could throw you over his shoulder. He finally set you down in bed, attacking your beautiful face with kisses and a grin.

"So pretty baby…"

He giggles to himself, pulling away just to stare at you.

"What was goin' on with Jo?"

You sigh, gently reaching up to scratch his stubble.

"She's jealous."