Dean-Winchester "Damnit Vepo, what the. . ."he put on his brave-face as he braced himself.
"W-who's an angry doggo?" He asked and shielded her behind him.

Dean-Winchester Their lips crashed together and it felt like a big release. There had been tention building up between them for so long that once they finally kissed all Dean experienced was pure ecstasy. It was steamy, raw and passionate. They were like fire and ice and all Dean could think of was the fact that he wanted more. He wanted all of her and to give her all of him in return.

Dean-Winchester "Maybe I was thinking it'd be the other way 'round. Collars suit me," he told her with a flirtatious smile and got closer to her as she tugged on his pants.
"Mhm, never been more certain darlin'" he assured her and bit down on his lower lip as he looked her straight in the eyes to prove that he wasn't messin' 'round.

Dean-Winchester "What if that's my idea of getting lucky? And let's tie just a couple strings for good measure?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

Dean-Winchester "You gotta point," he said as she explained the reason for his odd associations. "Tiddies 'n shots, huh? You sure know how to float my boat," he said with a big smile.
"But we gotta make sure you get your kicks too," he added.

Dean-Winchester "I do, don't I?" He agreed and took a swig from his flask.
"'Underground'? Why does that word always make me think of vampires, pierced teens, strobe lights and leather outfits? Guess I must be gettin' old," he sighed.

Dean-Winchester ”Damn lady, haven’t someone taught you not to sneak up on a hunter?” He gruffed but he wasn’t pissed, just embarrassed that she had almost caused him to squeal.
”Busy is my middle name darlin' but I can always squeeze in some time for you.”