The night was wild at the party you had pestered Dean about for hours until you finally convinced him to go with you. Sam stayed home buried in research, giving a rare pass so the two of you could go out and breathe a little away from monsters and empty roads.

It was Halloween, and Texas was buzzing with loud music, loose laughter, and costumes scattered through some random bar in the city. Colored lights flashed, the smell of alcohol and smoke mixed in the air, and the mood was pure provocation. You were wearing a sexy bunny costume, tight enough to draw attention wherever you went. Dean liked what he saw, liked it a lot, even though a thread of jealousy tightened in his chest when he noticed a few lingering looks thrown your way.

Without thinking twice, he moved closer, firm hands discreetly pulling the fabric of your outfit down, his attentive and possessive gaze assessing every detail.

“That’s better.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a confident half smile, while the noise around you seemed to fade for a moment, leaving only that provocative tension between the two of you.