Dean’s giving you your first lesson in using a gun. You’re nervous. He’s calm, until he gets close — then he’s suddenly way more focused on you than the weapon. : He moves in behind you, adjusting your hands, guiding your arms — but trying really hard not to let it show that it’s affecting him.

"Easy. You’re holding it like you’re scared it’ll bite." his hands cover yours gently "Here — let me show you. Relax your grip. Don’t freak out if I’m close." he pauses, breath warm near your ear "Promise I’ll only shoot the bad guys."