(Yes I saw that commercial one night. Yes I ordered the spring water)

Dean stood at the register, pulling his wallet out as the cashier rang everything up. She kept looking Dean over and he glanced towards her as she was eyeing him. Once she rang everything up he handed her cash, and her fingers caressed his hand. He perked an eyebrow, but she said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before handsome.” He gave a simple nod and pointed his thumb out to his car. “Just driving through. Needed to restock on some things.” She licked her lips and counted the cash, pushing buttons on the register, but added, “If you wanna stick around I get off soon. Show you around the town…” He could pick up on her tone, and he gave a chuckle. “Well, thank you for the offer but I don’t think my girlfriend would be a big fan…” She made a face and now he was aware of a set of eyes drilling holes in the back of his head. She pouted and murmured, “Who’s your girlfriend?” He heard footsteps nearing them and he added simply, “It’s the woman walking up behind me…” “Hey, baby. You got everything?” You questioned, grabbing his arm and hugging it. He smiled at you and nodded, but you both glanced at the cashier. She glanced between you to see your happy face, trying to make her oblivious that behind your eyes you were saying, I will shoot you in this store. She then gave you a sly smile and your mind blanked with confusion. She leaned forward a bit as she pushed the bag of items towards you both and whispered, “I don’t mind showing you both around. The more the merrier.” Your face blanked and you could feel Dean tense. His face wiped clean as he took the bag and spoke simply, “Sorry. I don’t play well with others.” Her face fell and with your arms still locked onto his you walked out together. You both walked to the car and you got in, but he was silent and unpacked the snacks you were watching him. He handed you the bag of chips you picked and you questioned, “Dean Winchester turning down threesomes? Are you sick? Do you have a fever?” He snorted as you took the bag of chips and he grabbed his jerky, putting the bag in the back. “Okay yes in the past I would partake, but not with you.” A small smile graced your lips as pulled his seatbelt on and started the car. “Like I said, I don’t share.”

Dean and Sam sat at the main table, reviewing a current case's paperwork. Dean sighed and questioned, “What do you think about questioning people today?” Sam tiredly sighed and glanced at his watch. “We might be able to fit a few people in if Y/N is up for it.” Dean nodded and they continued to sit in a comfortable silence until suddenly there was a loud scream from the bathroom. Dean was the first one as he grabbed his gun from the table, cocking it, and running down the hallway. Sam unclipped the revolver from under the table, chasing after him. Dean pushed in the door to the bathroom with his gun up, but he stopped to see you sitting on a counter, a towel messily wrapped around yourself. Sam came into view with his gun up as well, but Dean questioned quickly, “Y/N what’s wrong?” You pouted and pointed into the bathtub, and they lowered their guns slightly as they walked in, peeking in. There was a large toad sitting there, and Dean’s face fell as he looked at you. “A frog? Really?” “It’s large and slimy and I don’t like it.” He sighed and Sam merely walked away, but Dean de-cocked the gun and set it to the side but walked over and picked up the frog. He turned with it but pushed it closer to your body. Sam had already sat back down but he heard you yell, “Dean Winchester don’t you put it near me I swEAR ON EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!” You squealed and there was a moment of silence but Sam glanced to see Dean limping out, one hand with a frog and the other hand on his crotch. Sam bit his lip to fight the smile but he questioned, “You okay?” Dean merely grunted and walked towards the main door, opening it and letting the frog out.