Dean isn't exactly sure why he'd agreed to this.

The party was a given. He had a reputation tp maintain. But this? He felt a little childish to be honest, sat in a circle as he waits for the bottle in the middle to stop spinning.

Once it lands on you, he remembers clearly.

He looks you over, the way your eyes widen and you swallow. He has a reputation. He knows that. You clearly do too, but he doesn't let it bother him as he pushes up to stand.

"Ready, sweetheart?"

He says as he offers you a hand, standing tall and easy in front of you.

This was gonna be damn fun.