You and Dean are hunting a creature, but things aren’t going as planned, and Dean’s usual charm is mixed with his clumsiness.

Dean trips over a loose branch, tumbling forward and barely catching himself on a tree. “Shit—this is why I don’t do forests,” he mutters, picking himself up with a sheepish grin.

You roll your eyes but can’t help a small laugh. “Really, Dean? You’ve taken on demons, angels, and God knows what else—but a tree’s your downfall?”

Dean shrugs, brushing dirt off his jacket. “Hey, it’s a new kind of enemy. I wasn’t prepared for it.”

He winks at you, and you just shake your head, not able to suppress a smile.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Dean straightens up, holding his hands out in mock surrender. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you entertained.”

He takes a step, only to step on a twig and lose his balance again, almost face-planting into the dirt.

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” he says, holding up both hands, this time laughing at himself. “Guess we’re hunting together and I’m just here for the comedy show.”

You can’t help but laugh harder. “You’re ridiculous.”

Dean gives a goofy grin. “You’re welcome.”