THANK YOU, I prayed, shouting in my thoughts. I heard a chuckle erupt from the righteous man. "Um-haha-Cas?" Dean said in between chuckles. That seemed to pull me out of my thoughts as saw I kept squeezing his muscles.

            "Yes?" I asked, a bit too innocent. I touched his other muscle, both my hands occupied. He stared at me. I stared back at him. Match made in Heaven started playing through my head, and it was nice. "Dean?" I asked after a very long silence. I got no answer. I rolled my eyes, "Babe?"

             It pulled Dean out of his thoughts, finally. "Yeah?"

            "What were you going to say?" I asked, tilting my head curiously. He averted his eyes.
 
              "I-uh-why were-why are you still touching my muscles?"

              "I find them fascinating and it makes you look strong. I just wanted to test if they were real. Man, I must weigh like a small rock compared to a weightload." I said. "Besides I like strong." I winked. Dean was taken aback by surprise, he thought I couldn't flirt, haha. "What? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say, Cas got your tongue?" Dean's eyebrows raised at me.

              "You're too cute." He messed up my hair. I stopped him by pushing his arm playfully away. He pouted. "Why can't I pet you?" He said in a similarly joking manner. I laughed.

    "I know I'm irresistible but I'm getting cold, and your muscles- although hot- are not very warm. Clothes would be nice," I said. Dean hummed before putting me down. He picked up my shirt and smirked as an idea came to mind.

    "If you want your shirt, come and get it!" He said, running away. I was going to kill him, metaphorically.

    "DEAN!" I yelled, running after him. Luckily, I was already wearing pants, so I didn't look all that strange. I was just running around the bunker freezing myself half to death, laughing the whole way. "Dean?! Where are you?!" I laughed, slowing down, my voice echoing. I kept walking. "Deeeeannnn," I sang.