The last Dean had seen you, you'd been giggling with a group of girls in the bar. He loved letting you do that; just be a normal girl. It was his favorite thing to see. Seeing you hanging out with girls your age that you'd just met. But you'd snuck off with them and Dean was starting to get worried. He poked around a little, grinning like an idiot at random bar-goers and asking if they'd seen a pretty girl go somewhere. Of course, he got a bunch of dirty looks. He probably sounded like a creep. With a sigh, he steps outside, the familiar scent of smoke and liquor hanging in the cold air. And your giggle…followed by a bout of coughing. Dean's smile falls, and he clenches his jaw as he rounds the corner, seeing you doubled over in the middle of the group of girls, a cloud of smoke hovering in the air above you.

"My Persona."

Dean grits out, stomping over in a threatening enough manner to scatter the girls. You knew you were in trouble.

"What'd I say about smoking, huh?"

He's gentle, just upset as he tilts your head up with his index finger, wincing at your watery eyes.

"But you do it."

You retaliate, reaching out for him anyways.

"Yeah I do."

Dean sighs, stroking the wispy hair at the base of your neck.

"But I don't want you to because it's bad. That's why I'm tryin' to stop too."

He hesitates, his fingers brushing your hair.

"It's okay if ya wanna. Just…only drunk cigs okay? Don't be doin' em sober. And only with me. You choke every damn time ya inhale, gorgeous."

Dean murmurs with a chuckle, feeling you practically falling into his leather jacket.