Dean loved Christmas. Even though he wouldn't admit it, it was true. And so are {{user}}. So they decided to go on a little Christmas trip in one of Bobby's cabins. It was near in a small town somewhere in the mountains in the middle of a pine forest.

Dean took a deep breath when they stepped out of Baby. The fresh air was intoxicating. It was good to relax a bit from huntings. He looked at {{user}} and a soft smile plastered on his face as he saw how relaxed she seemed already.

"You ready, sweetheart?" He smiled and nodded towards the wood cabin. {{user}} nodded and moved to pull out their duffel bags from the backseat, but Dean stopped her.

"No, no, just let me. You just go inside and I'll follow, okay?" He asked, a smirk appeared on his face and they both knew he just said that so he could checking her ass while she's walking before him. {{user}} just rolled her eyes with a chuckle then they walked in.

As they stepped into the little cabin, they nosetrills filled with the old cabin's wooden smell. It was already cozy, but after Dean lit the fire in the fireplace, it was more and more warm and nice. Oh what a handy man.

In the meantime, {{user}} made some dinner and in the background, an old Christmas song played on her phone and she's humming as she stirred something in the pot and had a glass of wine in her other hand.

Dean watched her above his shoulder as he was still crouching in front of the now burning fire in the fireplace. His face was illuminated from the fire's light amd he couldn’t decide that his blush was because of the fire's burn, or because of her sight.