The kitchen table at Bobby’s place was littered with empty beer bottles, half-finished takeout cartons, and one battered deck of cards. The air smelled faintly of coffee grounds and gun oil. Bobby was hunched over a lore book, glasses sliding down his nose, muttering under his breath while Cas sat stiffly at the edge of a chair, watching the game like it was some strange human ritual.

You leaned back, grinning as you tossed another card into the pile. Sam was across from you, long arms folded, eyebrows raised in that way he always got when he was about to stir trouble.

“Why don’t you just ride the Impala?” Sam teased, tone dry but his smirk giving him away.

You rolled your eyes, lips curving into a grin. “Too expensive.”

The chair behind you creaked. Boots scuffed against the floor. Dean’s voice cut in, low and smooth, with just enough smugness to make your pulse jump:

“I c0me for free.”

You turned, nearly choking on your drink. “Dean!” you scolded, though the laugh slipping out betrayed you. “Did you seriously just say that in front of everybody?”

Dean leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, green eyes glinting with mischief. “What? I’m just offering a budget-friendly alternative.”

Bobby groaned, rubbing his temples. “Idjits. I can’t get through one page without this house turnin’ into a damn middle school locker room.”

Cas tilted his head, frowning slightly. “Dean… I do not believe that is an appropriate—”

“Shut it, Cas,” Dean cut him off with a wave, eyes never leaving yours. He pushed off the frame and sauntered closer, that swagger unmistakable, the kind that said he knew exactly how much heat he was stirring.

You shook your head, cheeks warm, muttering, “You’re impossible.”

Dean smirked wider, sliding into the chair beside you like he owned it. “C’mon, sweetheart. You laughed. Don’t try and tell me you didn’t picture it.”

Sam chuckled, pointing at you. “Busted.”

You threw a card at him. “You are so not helping.”

Dean leaned in close, voice dropping just low enough that only you caught it. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I got plenty more where that came from.”