Dean was straightening his tie while he sat with his legs spread in the church pew, watching with Sam as everyone walked in for Sunday mass. There'd been some weird deaths with no connections other than a priest at this specific church, which meant unfortunately for Dean that they had to go. He scoffs, turning to Sam after hearing one too many 'God bless you's' for the morning.

"Who's gonna tell 'em that God isn't home?"

Sam just rolls his eyes, checking his watch while you sit down next to Dean.

"Hey, baby-"

Dean's eyes widen comically, licking his lips as he takes in your dress.

"You're my new God."

Dean sighs, his big hand splaying over your thigh, leaning down to kiss and nibble at your neck.

"Dean, act mature for once, we're in church."

Sam snaps, punching Dean's arm.

"Shut the hell up, Sammy. I love her, dammit."

Dean glares at his brother, reluctantly pulling his lips away from you.

"Well love her in a way that will get these old folks to stop giving us dirty looks."

Sam crosses his arms while Dean stands.

"Fine. I'll love her in a confessional booth later."

Dean winks at you before heading over to a mountain of free coffee and donuts, practically stockpiling for the rapture.