You run into Dean at a dive bar after a messy hunt. It’s been a while since your last… encounter.

Dean spots you from across the bar and smirks like he remembers every bit of trouble you two got into—and out of.

He strolls up, beer in hand. “Well, well… Look who’s still breathing. Thought maybe I’d finally worn you out.”

You don’t even look up from your drink. “Takes more than a one-night stand and a busted shoulder to slow me down.”

Dean chuckles. “You say that like you didn’t practically crawl outta my bed last time.”

You raise a brow. “Pretty sure I left you speechless. And sore.”

He leans in close, voice dropping to that lazy, gravel-deep tone. “You always talk this much before things get interesting?”

You lock eyes with him, smirking. “Depends. You planning on making it interesting?”

Dean grins, eyes dark with that familiar spark. “Only if you let me.”