AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by ochizoku_levy
Dean watched from the booth you guys had picked when you got to the bar. You went up to the bartender to order some drinks but Dean never counted on another guy walking up to you. It was crowded up there so you had to wait. You didn't see any harm in chatting with someone. Dean grew more irritated the more he watched you laugh as the guy probably told you some lame joke. Or when you would lightly touch the guy's arm. He almost stormed over when the guy whispered something in your ear. "Dean if you stare any harder I'm sure he'll catch on fire," Sam said.
"What?" he said snapping out of it, "shut up,". You walked back over and sit beside Dean.
"Why are staring daggers at the guy I was talking to?" you asked, "is he a monster?".
"No," he said sitting up straighter, "just looks like a douche,". You noticed the tone in his voice.
"Dean Winchester," you said looking straight into his green eyes, "are you jealous?". He just mumbled something and looked away. "why don't you make a move then?" you dared him. His eyes just widened and he sorta froze. "Fine, I'll do it," you said leaning over and pressing your lips to his.