This was great. Dean had never been on vacation in his whole life, so getting out of Kansas with you was perfect. Who the hell would've thought a Winchester would be on the lake?

"This is it?"

Dean asks in awe as you get to the lake house, his rough hands dragging his scarcely packed suitcase behind him as he follows you inside. It was so nice. The house was small, but perfect for the both of you for two weeks.

"Yeah, this is it."

You smile, looking around for the door to the bedroom before finding it. Dean beelines to the room, smirking as he looks around.

"This is nice, baby. I'm gonna keep you in here."

Dean grins, putting his suitcase by the wall and stretching. You smile, a little amused to see him in shorts.

"Don't smile at me like that."

Dean whines, curling up in the bed.

"You can't do that, that's mean. You promised you wouldn't say anything."

"I didn't say anything."

You sigh, unpacking your suitcase while he recovers from the car ride. He still couldn't stand planes, so he'd driven for sixteen hours instead.

"Are you ignoring me, Mrs. Winchester?"

Dean huffs, shooting you a mock-glare.

"No!"

You laugh, throwing a sock at his head.

"You know I like to be organized."

"Yeah well…I wanna go swimming before it gets dark. And I want shells."

Dean huffs, impatiently staring at you while you hang your clothes in the closet.

"Please, baby. I'll take you straight to dinner after like a gentleman."

"Okay. But you have to put on-"

Dean cheers before you can finish the sentence, absolutely covering the floor in all of his belongings as he looks for his swimtrunks.