"Darlin', c'mon."

Dean groans halfheartedly, trying to drag you away from the paintings. A case had brought the three of you to an art show, and Sam had disappeared to talk to a girl he had just met.

"Leave without me then."

You tell Dean, your eyes glancing around the vast space.

"Hell no. M'not leavin' you here lookin' like that. Too sexy to be left alone."

He whines, tugging at your wrist.

"Why're you lookin' at that stuff anyways? It's just some overpriced slop."

You glance back at him in his suit, the tie rumpled and askew. He was so cute.

"Cause it's pretty, baby."

Dean scoffs, rolling his green eyes.

"Yeah? You want to see pretty then just buy a damn mirror. You're way prettier than these piles of crayon."

"It's not crayon."

You snort, getting tugged by him again.

"C'mon, I wanna watch Sammy crash and burn with this girl. Please baby?"