“Cut it out, Dean. I’m serious.” You mumble, trying to push him away from a guy, he picked a fight with.

Usual Dean. Getting into bar fights with randoms, because they were annoying. “{{user}}, move before you get hurt.” He huffs, glaring at the guy, who’s smirking behind you.

“Just drop it. He’s not worth it.” You beg.

Dean shakes his head. He scoffs and turns around to leave, giving up. Until the guy says something back: “What? You listening to this bimbo?” The guy scoffs.

That was it for Dean. He stops, takes a deep breath before basically jumping on the guy, grabbing his jacket from his collar, pushing him against a wall.

“What did you call her?” Dean huffs.

“A bimbo.” The guy repeats confidently. “Or what else would you call this tart?” He adds with a grin.

Dean throws a punch straight into his face, causing a huge fight between them.

Fast forward to few minutes later, when they’re all thrown out of the bar. Now Dean is sitting in his impala, waiting for you to apologize to the bartender. You step into the car with a loud sigh.