You three were in a bar after a rough hunt. The hunt was successful and left no visible wounds but it was heavy for your little heads so a drink or two sounded nice.

It was a slow night in the bar. Sam was talking to you while Dean was drowning shots and flirting to every girl in sight.

“Dean, should you slow down a bit?” You say softly with a slight grin as Dean slumps down next to you.

“Mhm.. I’m good.” Dean mumbles, voice slurry from the alcohol.

“You sure, man?” Sam raises his brow.

Dean nods.

“Maybe we should head back to the motel, yeah?” You speak gently, move closer and pat Dean’s arm.

To your surprise, Dean leans to your touch. Like he was seeking more of it.

“Everything okay?” You whisper, frowning a bit.

“Mhm..” He murmurs, his arms going around your waist and head dropping on your shoulder.

Sam only stares in surprise, with a little smirk resting on his face.