You and Dean weren't on speaking terms. He knew that damn well, with the way you were pouting and refusing to look at him, damn near flinching if you found yourself within a five foot radius. He was mad too, seeing as you tried to get him to stop talking to Benny again, even if part of him understood where you came from. He'd instead opted to send you on a wild goose chase for a water demon in the bayou, giving him time to sort out some things with Benny and cut contacts with him. Yeah, it was wrong. And seeing you come back so disappointed and worn out made his heart plummet. His eyes flicker over to you on Sam's bed, who was conveniently gone to break things off permanently with Amelia. Dean tried to stay mad, dammit. But he just couldn't when you were so freakin' pretty.

"I cut him off."

Dean finally says, side eyeing you hesitantly in wait for some sort of reaction. When he doesn't get one, he huffs, running a hand over his face. He could handle you yelling at him, hell he deserved that, but the silent treatment really broke his heart.

"Darlin', please. I'm sorry. I'm a freakin' moron and I love you and I'm sorry."

He rolls onto his side, his green eyes watching your every movement.

"I'll buy you a milkshake."

Dean offers, getting desperate for a reaction.

"I'll let you drive Baby tomorrow."

You don't even open your eyes at either of those suggestions, and Dean whines, sitting up completely.

"Please, baby. I'll give you anything. I'll do anything. I'll let you kick me in the freakin' balls, just stop ignoring me."

You perk up at that, and he immediately feels both relief and dread pooling in his stomach.

"Wait, no. Don't seriously kick my balls."