“God, black leather jackets are so hot.” You breathed out as you, Sam, Dean and Cas strolled pass a high end store.
“Hot? I had no idea clothing had such a high temperature…” Cas said, eyebrows forwarding as he over thought your comment. You giggled, shaking your head softly.
“No, Castiel. I meant that leather jackets look very handsome on men.” You corrected yourself.
“You think leather jackets are hot?” Dean raised an eyebrow and you nodded simply.
The motel was dewy and cold. You shivered and cuddled into the bed further. “Where’s Dean?” You asked Sam as he punched the keys on his laptop quickly.
“Hmm?” He hummed softly and turned towards you a little. “Oh, Dean. Yeah he went out or whatever. Hey, you hungry?”
“Starving.” You smiled and thanked the gentle giant as he headed out the door to grab some grub.
Dean walked into the room no longer than 5 minutes later. “Hi.” You smiled and continued scrolling through your phone.
Dean stayed silent for a minute. “Y/N.”
“Yes?” You asked, confused.
Dean didn’t answer for a solid ten minutes, making you return to your previous activities.
“Anything?” He said impatiently.
Dean looked down, tugging at new leather jacket.
You flushed, feeling as if you were missing something. “You got a haircut?”