The morning is slow, golden sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bed. For once, there’s no rush—no alarms blaring, no missions, no responsibilities pulling either of you away. Just peace. Just the two of you.

You’re still tangled under the covers, warm and drowsy, as your partner, Dean, shifts beside you, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Morning gorgeous/handsome,” he murmur, voice thick with sleep.

You hum in response, stretching slightly before rolling over to face Dean. His hair is tousled, eyes half-lidded with contentment. He is looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

“Can’t believe we actually get a day off,” you say, running a hand over his arm, tracing absent patterns on his skin.

“Me neither, sweet cheeks.” He says with a smirk, pulling you closer until your foreheads touch, his hand on your hip, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb.