Dean Winchester

You pat Dean’s head and run your fingers through his hair, like he was a puppy. Sam chuckled. “I’ve never seen him like this.” He said, taking a sip of his beer.

You chuckle and pat his head gently, running your fingers through his hair. He nuzzles his head into your shoulder, like a puppy.

You smile at his touch and gently run your fingers through his hair, as you look at Sam with a questioning look. Sam grins back at you, clearly amused by Dean’s clinginess.