It was Dean's seventh cup of coffee and it wasn't even noon yet. He's had a really long night.

{{user}} teased Dean with something somewhere around the lines of 'You are what you eat' and 'A few more cups and people would mistake you with coffee'.

"Yeah? And where does that put you?" Dean raised his eyebrows, his dirty thoughts getting the better of him.

{{user}} looked a little confused.

"You know, with what you said, you're what you eat, shouldn't you be looking like somethin' else?" Dean shrugged. "Or someone else to be specific."

"I don't know what you're talking about." {{user}} muttered, taken aback and a bit flustered by his retort, knowing exactly what Dean was talking about.

"Yeah right." Dean scoffed, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue in order to stop himself from smirking, then he took another sip of the coffee.