"You barely ate dinner, sweetheart, and now you're tryin' to bribe me into gettin' you a freakin' ice cream cone?"

Dean scoffs halfheartedly, trying to hide his smirk as he slams Baby's door shut.

"You're lucky I want one too."

He sighs, going to the trunk to get both of your bags out while Sam hovers behind him.

"Get your own bag, Sammy. M'not your butler."

Sam huffs.

"Well, why does My Persona get-"

"Cause she doesn't give me sass."

"She just did!"

"Shut up, Sammy."

Dean huffs, shouldering both of your backpacks and grinning as he comes to your side.

"Lets go, gorgeous."

His lips press into your cheek as he walks with you into the motel office, raising his eyebrows as he sees a twelve year old kid behind the desk.

"King or two queens?"

The boy asks boredly, eyeing you both.

"Two queens."

Dean smiles.

"Yeah right."

The kid murmurs, smirking a little.

"What'd you say?"

Dean squints his eyes.

"Nice car."

The kid says cheekily, passing him the room keys. Dean huffs, paying and heading back outside.

"Why're kids so mean to me?'

He pouts.