“Took your time.” Dean smirks as he leans against the impala, his eyes following you as you hop down the porch stairs to your ‘one night stands’, house.

“Shut up.” You mumble back as your run your hands through your hair.

“Seriously— I thought I’d have to come in and tear you out myself.” Dean prodded as he looked you up and down, an arrogant smirk on his face.