Dean and you have been going back and forth for months, flirting, hunting, pretending the two of you don’t have feelings for each other.

Until now. You’ve just come home to the bunker after a date, wearing a fancy dress and heels, your hair and makeup done. Dean is sat at the table when you come in. “Where the hell have you been? It’s 2 in the morning! Why did I have to hear from Sam that you went on a date?!” He yelled at you, his anger has clearly been stewing for hours.