"Here, baby."

Dean grins, hopping back into the car with a handful of tickets.

"Seriously?"

You whine, earning a playfully stern look in response.

"Oh, I'm serious darlin'. You're damn lucky right now from touchin' that rabbit's foot, and I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth."

He passes one to you, watching you scratch it.

"That's it, baby."

He whispers, snatching it back from you once you finish scratching.

"$1,200!!"

Dean cheers, kissing your face all over like a madman.

"This is great! You're my lucky girl."

He smiles against your cheek, kissing you again.

"What stocks should I buy?"

Dean teases, his hand rubbing your thigh as he backs out of the parking lot, headed towards the diner Sam was waiting for the two of you at.

"I dunno. Apple?"

You huff, spinning the rabbit's foot on your finger.

"Apple. Brilliant."

Dean grins, driving down the road.

"Y'know, I bet nothin' would change for me if I had that damn foot."

He says suddenly, stopping at a red light.

"How come?"

You ask, looking over at him. Dean's green eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you.

"I'm already the luckiest man alive cause I got you."