Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka.

You had just gotten out of the shower. You had a pair of jeans on with a basic gray wash t-shirt that would be comfortable to drive in since you and Dean had a five-hour car ride ahead of you to the next town.

You walked into the kitchen to see Dean in a pair of jeans with no shirt on. His hair was a mess like usual. And he had a bottle of vodka from your liquor cabinet in his hands.

"Dean, what are you doing?" You asked as he reached for a glass from the cupboard closest to him.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" He asked.

"Do you know what time it is?" You asked.

"Too early to be awake." He said as he glanced at you before pouring the clear liquid into the glass.

"It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka." You said as you walked over and took the bottle from his hand. He sighed and threw his head back as he rolled his eyes dramatically at you.

"Yeah okay," he mumbled more to himself than to you.

"I'm serious Dean. You're not showing up to the next town drunk." You said. "You have a meet and greet to do later."

"You're cute when you're bossy, you know that?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a quick kiss. He took the momentary distraction of his kiss to reach over and take the bottle out of your hand before he turned and finished pouring it into the glass.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, darlin'. But I'm going to have a drink anyway, sorry." He then smirked as he brought the glass to his lips and took a drink while keeping eye contact with you.

You just shook your head. what were you going to do with him?