You had gotten into a stupid arguement with your annoying roomate, Dean.

It was about who was going to cook lunch for the both of you since you were both in a rush.

You had gotten enough and just angrily started cooking with a scowl.

A few minutes had past and you were starting to calm down until you felt a pair of arms around your waist, Dean. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck.

"Don't be angry." He said in a low husky voice.