Dean groans, releasing his tight hold on you as Don and Maggie (the witches you were hunting) start making out after the most petulant fight Dean had ever witnessed. Really, who would've thought that you could take care of a couple fuckin' witches by pretending to be a therapist for five minutes? Probably Sam. Dean huffs out a dry chuckle, slowly sneaking you and Sam out of the house while things get more heated between the two witches.

"Well that's somethin' you don't see everyday."

His fingers flex against your back hurrying you to the impala with Sam on your heels. Who knew when the witches would come to their senses?

"I see it everyday."

Sam grumbles under his breath, getting into the passenger seat.

"Excuse you?"

Dean huffs, annoyed that his brother had gotten shotgun instead of you. He knew you didn't mind sitting in the back, but Dean sure did. Especially when he was tired and he forgot that Sam was the one next to him. He'd grabbed Sam's thigh in the car more times than he cared to admit.

"We don't make out like that when you're around. You're just a damn prude."

Dean complains, starting the engine and quickly driving away.