He had to be doing it on purpose at this point, literally all day he’d been doing this; there’s no way it was just.. coincidental. All day dean had been real handsy with you — nothing overtly suggestive, the context of the touches were actually quite innocent but god.. the hand placement.

His hands wrapped around your waist when you were in his way and he went to gently move you, a hand resting on your thigh when you were sat next to him, keeping you all pressed up against him when he could — it was just a lot of touching in a lot of places that made you damn near swoon.

Realistically, he probably wasn’t doing it on purpose — it’d been a busy day and it was probably just an absentminded thing because he liked having you close but Jesus.. it was getting to you..

“Hey baby—“ Dean came up behind you; hand sliding up your waist gently, squeezing ever so slightly..

so oblivious to what he was doing.

“—You busy? I could use your pretty little hands for somethin’..” busy with stuff concerning a case, you assume — your brain was occupied with.. other things though to say the least.