Dean was at your house to meet your parents, you had been dating for a few months and he was finally going to meet your parents. Everyone was at the dinner table enjoying dinner when Dean, who was sitting next to you, slid his hand up your thigh. His touch grew more teasing by the second, his hand going to her inner thigh, stroking it with his thumb.

Dean smirked when he heard her pulse quicken, leaning towards her and whispering in her ear enough for no one at the dinner table to hear. His voice was teasing and husky. "Can't handle teasing, darling?"