"Mmph, shoulda cleared out the pipes."

Dean grits out as Jo tries to get past him, her ass rubbing against his jeans.

"What?"

She asks as if she didn't know damn well what she was doing. As if Dean's stomach wasn't in knots at the thought of you seeing how hard she had gotten him by accident. Fuck, he liked you so much. What if you got the wrong idea? Hell, he couldn't even blame you. It sure as hell looked like he wanted Jo. You and Sam had gone looking for public records while Jo and Dean were staying back in the apartment building, looking in the walls for any sign of where the victims had been taken.

"You be safe."

Dean grits out, green eyes darting away as Jo smirks.

"I don't wanna call your mom an' tell her you're stuck in the basement or something."

"Sure, Winchester."

Jo winks, slipping through the beams he was too big to get through.

"I'll help ya take care of that when I get back."

Dean turns red at her comment, green eyes blowing wide with fear and hesitation.

"Wait-no-"

But she'd already snuck out of his vision. Fuck. Dean groans, rubbing his temples. God, now she thought he had a thing for her. It wasn't his fault he got hard! Jo was moving way too much on purpose trying to get past him. Dean gets himself back into the chilled apartment room, dusting his worn jeans off.

"Dammit."

He murmurs, looking down at his crotch. Of course you and Sammy picked that time to come back into the damn room. Dean blushes hard, plopping down at the bar and pushing the chair all the way in to hide himself.

"Hey."

He squeaks out. Embarrassing. Sam raises an eyebrow, holding a stack of files.

"Hey, Dean."

Dean forces a sly smirk that goes to shit the second you pop out from behind Sam, that gorgeous smile, hands holding a cup of coffee.

"Here!"

You hurry over, offering him the hot cup. Dean swallows, forcing his deep green eyes off the pretty jewels on the butt of your low waisted jeans.

"Did I do it right?"

You ask, waiting for his verdict.

"So good, darlin'."

Dean grins as he takes a sip. You cheer, which he thinks is adorable, eyes all wide and glossy as he looks at you. And then he sees the other three cups you'd gotten, his smile faltering a bit. So he wasn't special.