"You're not hunting with us tomorrow."

Dean slams the motel door behind him, a protective frown crossing his face. He knew you were more than capable of hunting vampires, but he did not trust Samuel to keep you safe. All Dean needed was for you to be safe. He didn't want a single hair on your head to go awry due to Sam and his trust in their grandfather.

"I can't trust them to have your back, darlin'. Just stay here, okay? I'll keep you updated on everything going on, but I need you to stay in the motel."

Dean sighs, kicking off his boots and settling on top of the motel bed, his hands gently unbuckling his belt.

"Go put your PJs on so we can cuddle. Don't want you to sleep in those jeans, baby."