Summary: The reader and Dean have a love-hate relationship, but soon it grows into something more than they thought initially.
“Keep your hands off my fries asshat!” You slap Dean’s greedy hands away from your plate.
“Oh come on Y/N! Don’t be such a hog. You aren’t gonna finish them all anyways sweetheart. Leave the leftovers to the men.” Dean uses one of his hands to hold you back and the other to steal more of your fries.
“You are such an asshole Dean, you know that!” You bump Dean’s stool with your leg causing him to almost fall off his chair.
“Can you two get a room already? I think I’m about to throw up from all this 5th grade flirting.” Sam says with mock irritation as he watches you and Dean glaring each other down.
“SHUT UP SAM!” You and Dean both turn your death glares on him with blushes appearing on each other’s cheeks.
Sam raises his hands in surrender, “I’m just kidding geez…..touchy much….” He mumbles under his breath.
“What did you say? I’m sorry couldn’t hear you?” Dean gives Sam the big brother tone daring him to say another word.
“Nothing…. NOTHING! Can we just go back to the bunker now?” Sam whines.
“Fine.” You say pushing away from the table jumping off the stool.
“About time.” Dean states grabbing the car keys out of his pocket and walking toward the bar’s exit.
Sam sighs in frustration thinking to himself, “Those two really need to talk some things out. I don’t know how much more of this sexual tension I can take.”