Pick Up Lines 101

Warnings: Implied sexy times, swearing, REALLY bad pick up lines

Hana's POV

Dean rolled to the side, panting heavily and running a hand through his mussed up hair. As soon as I had caught my breath, I cuddled into his side, not bothered the slightest by his sweat-soaked skin. Resting my head on his bicep, I blinked up at his face. "That was fun," I whispered with a mischievous smile.
With a short laugh, Dean reached behind me to wrap an arm around my shoulders. "Damn right. We should have a date night tonight. You know, since Sam probably cleared out anyway." he offered me a wink, which I accepted with a blush and lighthearted smack on his arm.
Date night. Yeah, right. They always ended up in more sex, since Dean and I had been together so long, and we knew pretty much everything about each other. Nevertheless, I decided to give him a chance to make a fool out of himself before I rejected it. "You're gonna have to do a lot more than just ask to charm me, Winchester."
He held me at arm's length, confused expression on his face. His mouth opened and closed multiple times, and I knew that I had him. My hope dropped like a brick as Dean kind of smirked. "Alright, princess." He cleared his throat and lowered his voice even further. "Hey, baby. Wanna sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up?"
It was my turn to pull away, this time shocked. "Excuse me, what?"
Dean pressed on, smug grin implanted on his face. "You look great and all, but do you know what really looks good on you? Me."
This time, I snorted and covered my face in my hands. "Dean, shut up."
"Do you like bacon? Wanna strip?"
That one earned him a smack to the back of the head. "Oh my god, Dean, I'm already naked, you idiot."
But it didn't seem to deter him at all. "As long as I have a face, you'll have a place to sit."
"Dean!"
"I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your bed rock."
Finally, embarrassed and knowing that I was as bright as a tomato, I gave in. "Okay, okay! I'll have a date night with you! The way you flirt is shameful…" He laughed and tugged me back towards him, chin resting on top of my head.
Pressing a kiss to my hair, he muttered, "Movie or training room?" I hummed and cuddled further into his embrace, closing my eyes. "Don't make me start up those puns again," he teased, moving my shoulder a bit.
I sighed dramatically and raised my head from his collarbone to meet his eyes. "Movie. Can we please take a nap now? I'm exhausted."
The smug smirk on his face made me bury my face back into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "Good night, sweetheart," he whispered.
"G' night," I mumbled back as he pulled the covers up to my chin.