Dean groans, his hand rubbing over his face as you giggle in your motel bed, face buried in the book you'd snatched from Chuck's place, the one that detailed his falling in love with you.

"Dammit, you put that away."

He tries to snatch it, lunging at you but completely missing. Damn, why'd you have to be so quick.

"Darlin'..."

He whines, laying in bed next to you and peeking his head over at the book you were reading, squinting angrily as he reads a couple sentences.

"That is not true. I was not crying in the shower over you!"

He tries to grab it again, finally getting it from you and clutching it to his chest like it was his diary.

"Go get me some matches, sweetie."

He huffs, closing his eyes. You roll your eyes, sitting up.

"I'm not lighting that on fire. I'm keeping it forever and ever and ever and I'm gonna read it at our wedding."

Dean glares at you, his knuckles white with the hold on the book, his lip pouting.

"Hell no. I just won't marry you then."

You snort, stretching out and starting to get undressed for the shower.

"That's fine. Didn't wanna marry you anyways."

Dean whines, his glare turning into a desperate look as he sits up, tossing the book away. Damn you and your nudity. What was a man to do? It wasn't fair.

"Hey, yes you do. You gotta marry me."