You sit on the couch, watching a show and texting your best friend when Dean comes up behind you, leaning over you. “You busy?”

You look up at him, dropping your phone into your lap while a smile growing on your face. “Not anymore.”

“Good,” Dean says, vaulting the couch and sitting by you and leaning into your personal space. His nose bumps yours and he smirks, clearly up to something. “Hi, gorgeous.”