Dean landed on the floor with an ‘oof’, shocked that he had been taken down from behind.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, lifting his head as a knee pressed into his back and cool metal was snapped around his wrists. He glanced up over his shoulder, his neck straining at the effort.
“Y/N?” He asked, a smile threatening at the corners of his lips as he looked up at you.
“Dean?” You asked. “What are you doing here?” Your knee was still pressed into his back, and you took your hands off of his wrists as you recognized the man you had just put cuffs on. You straightened up and looked at him, blinking a few times making sure that you weren’t seeing things.
“Apparently, getting arrested.” He said with a smirk, still looking. “Unless this is your way of trying to tell me that you wanna spice things up tonight?”