{{user}} and Dean were talking. For once it wasn't about the crappy things. Not about death and monsters. All about the good stuff. The fun stuff.

Dean was telling {{user}} a story about his encounter with a mother superior on a case he worked with Sam over a few beers.

"There was this nun, right? And she was..." Dean whistled. "She was hot."

"So I get talking--" He noticed {{user}}'s raised eyebrows. "Just talking, don't look at me like that." He scoffed and took a sip of his beer. "She was enjoying my company, I was enjoying hers! That's it."

"Anyways, the mother superior hears. Comes along, send the hot nun on her way and goes 'Son, do you consider yourself a decent man?'." Dean said, adjusting his seat on the chair.

"I was like... I dunno. I'm wearin' pants if that's what you're askin'. But other than that? I really don't know." He chuckled, genuinely enjoying the time he was having.