Dean had no idea what you'd been doing all damn day. He'd given you one of his spare guns to clean up, and you'd looked at it for a second before lighting up and running away to Bobby's garage. He huffs, knocking on the door again.

"Baby? Y'done? What the hell are you doing?"

Dean whines against the door, tapping again.

"I'm done."

You grin, opening the door. He smirks at you, looking down at the clean pistol in your hands.

"That looks pretty-"

"No watch, watch! I got it to do something cool."

Dean watches in horror as you point it at his face.

"Whoa, baby!"

His eyes screw shut tight as he sees your finger twitch over the trigger, his face getting doused in holy water.

"Isn't it awesome?"

You giggle, squirting him again. Dean slowly looks up, his green eyes playfully dark.

"Did you just squirt on me?"

His voice is low, even, the kind of calm that you knew meant you were getting in trouble. You take off, running through the house the second he lurches towards you, making him chase you through the halls.

"You get back here, dammit!"

He shouts, clearly stifling his laughter.