#the bed

You sigh. They outnumbered you once again. “Fine, have it your way. But remember, if he ends up with no bed. You started this.”

“We will find the perfect bed for Dean Jr., don’t you worry, Sweetheart,” Dean chuckles when you walk away to get more pillows you’ll never need. He follows you with his eyes, admiring your backside before turning his attention back toward the beds. “Alright, which one do you like?”

“Hmm…” Dean Jr. furrows his brows while looking at the beds. “I want a racecar bed. Do you think they have an Impala here?” He cocks his head to look up at his father. “Daddy?”

‘Like father, like son.’ He thinks, smirking at his son’s answer. “A racecar bed is nice, but what will you do when you get a girlfriend one day?”

Dean Jr. smirks at Dean. He puts his hands on his hips, imitating his father. “I’ll do the same as you did with Mommy. I’ll take her for the ride of her life.”

Your eyes widen, and you gasp loudly. Dean Jr. must’ve heard Dean talk dirty to you last weekend. Sam was taking care of your son, and you wanted to do something naughty and role-play with your husband.

He was the naughty driver, and you were the sassy tramp. Dean offered you the ride of your life before Sam and your son walked in on you.

“Well played, Dean Jr.” Dean grinned from ear to ear, watching your eyes grow wide. “You always offer a lady a ride and make sure she comes home safely.”