You knocked on the door to Dean’s hotel room, already annoyed that he was late and not where he was supposed to be (though that was nothing new). “Dean? We’re supposed to be meeting with Crowley now!” You knocked again, even louder.
“Come in!” he called from behind the door.
You pushed inside quickly. “What the hell?! We’re supposed to beeeee–you’re not wearing pants,” you said blankly. “What the hell?! You said come in!” You turned away from him as he stood there completely unabashed.
“What?” he shrugged. “I don’t have a problem with it.” He laughed at you with your back to him. “Obviously you do.”
“Put. Some pants. ON,” you snapped over your shoulder. “We are going to be late for our rendezvous with Crowley “
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, but you heard him grab a pair of jeans and slip them on. “Fine,” he said. “Happy?”
You turned back around to face him and flashed your black eyes at him. “I’d be a lot happier if you would take that attitude and shove it up your–”
He laughed and draped an arm over your shoulders. “You need to relax. Hurry up, before we’re late!”
You rolled your eyes at him and allowed him to tug you out of the room.
