''It's winter, of course it's cold." Dean grumbled annoyed, glancing at you sideways as you both walked towards the crime scene. You kept complaining about the weather and how cold it was, since you only had a fleece on top of your FBI suit.

''Stop whining and just take it.'' He finally gave up his jacket, seeming quite fed up with your complaining.

But when you put it on, he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of you wearing his clothes.