#fembrose

"Just you wait until my fucking boyfriend hears about this!" Dean yelled back at the guy at some bar. Of course, he was drunk and decided to get into a bar fight with a bunch of different people, causing a brawl between almost every patron. And of course he blamed everyone but himself for said brawl.

Roman got on the phone, and exhaustively sighed as Dean told him what happened, drunkenly replaying the events for his boyfriend over the phone. "Okay, Dean just tell me where you are so i can come pick you up?"

"I'm at Mckenna's bar. Come get me Romieeee." Roman shook his head with a smile. He got up and put on his hoodie and tugged on his boots, taking his keys off the mantle as he walked out the door.

After a 20 minute drive he was in front of the bar, seeing Dean there yelling obscenities back to the groaning patrons. Roman slammed the car door behind him and then went up to his very drunk boyfriend, pulling him into his embrace. "What did you do, Dean?"

Dean smirked, hooking arm arm around Roman's neck, pulling him in. "I may or may not have incited a riot in the bar." His mischievous smile made Roman laugh. "It wasn't my fault Romie honest." Dean flickered his eyes, tipping backwards drunkenly. "Some cockwad tried grabbing my ass, so i punched him."

"Cock-wad?" Roman's grin turned wry, "Is that even a word?"

Dean nodded, almost childlike. "Yep. He tried to take what's yours babe. I had to show him that this ass is property of Roman only on it." He leaned forward and gave Roman a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah. Drunkie. Let's get you home." Roman held onto him as they walked to the car and pushed Dean into the passengers seat. He got in and started to drive them home.

"Property of Roman?" Roman laughed as he drove, just remembering Dean say that.

"Mhm." Dean mumbled, as his eyes closed. "Gonna get that branded on my ass."