Lord, did you love to talk.

Sometimes, you were quiet, but when you got comfortable and a little loose, you talked with barely any filter in seemed. Not that it was a bad thing, of course, it was charming— to some.

Just like now. You were caught up in some conversation that had gotten completely off topic about what you were here for —information about the recent deaths in the area— and Dean was starting to get impatient.

“{{user}},” he murmured out, subtly standing closer to you so you would notice his presence rather than have tunnel vision on the woman you were currently conversing with.

Dean clenched his jaw, muttering your name again as he jabbed you in the arm with his elbow while looking around the place, swallowing with a swift sigh.

When you laughed, he raised his hand and inserted two fingers into your mouth, hooking into the inside of your cheek to give you a yank pull you away from her, not caring for your embarrassment or frustration at the moment.

He was there for information, not some girl talk.