Strawberry Shimmer shinning on your lips in the hot country sun, the weather was perfect, couldn’t have been any better if it tried, or well, that what you thought. Being from the country down in Texas wasn’t great, but you were practically made for surviving hot summers.

As for Dean, he grew up in Kansas with his little brother, Sam. Hell if they know what heat was. Sure they’ve experienced the Texan heat on hunts, but they never stayed for any more than a couple days at a time.

Until now.

You made them both stay down at your fathers ranch, where he was most of the time when he wasn’t going around hunting and shooting some blood sucking creature, that’s where you took up the hunting path from.

And Dean clearly was not having fun scooping up horse shit.

“C’mon.”

He practically drags you to the impala, making you slide in the passenger seat as your belt buckle digs into you, telling Dean “ow”, though he just waves off to Sam, leaving him alone with your father, as they were both chatting and drinking beer on your front porch, and hell, your house was damn nice.

He tucks his gun in the console, a “just in case” measure, although you knew better than to say a word about how you knew he was just scared about you or his brother ever getting hurt.

As he rolls the windows down, your hair blows in the hasty Texan breeze, though it was doing nothing to cool Dean down, him groaning as he wipes his forehead, a smile forming on your face as you knew he couldn’t handle the heat, he was practically sparkling as you smiled.