"Darlin', are you gonna get your own room or what?"

Dean asks with a hint of amusement, watching you curiously go through his bag. You had mysteriously gotten back from Purgatory about a month later than him, and to say he was relieved was an understatement. More like head over heels. He'd always had a thing for you, and the thought of you being stuck down there without him was driving him insane with survivors' guilt.

"You hear me, gorgeous?"

Dean cracks a smile, closing his laptop and sitting up in his double bed to look at you better.

"Yes. I'm gonna stay here with you."

Your eyes look up into his, flooring him just like they did every damn time. Dean swallows discreetly, trying to maintain the slightest bit of composure.

"And I would love for you to stay, darlin'. But Sammy snores like a freakin' lawnmower, and you deserve some peace and quiet."

You frown, putting his toiletries back into their bag.

"But I'm an angel. I don't need to sleep."

Dean's eyes soften as he watches you.

"Oh, I know you're an angel. Don't need to tell me twice. I just don't want you all bored, baby. I gotta get my four hours, so…"

You perk up.

"I'll watch over you!"

You declare, your wide eyes meeting his as if to prove how dedicated you were to watching him while he slept. If you weren't so innocent he would've found it creepy.

"That's not gonna happen."

Dean cracks a smile.

"C'mon. Lemme go get you the room next door. All to yourself."

He tries to make it sound appealing to you, although even he wants you to just stay with him all night. God, sometimes he wished you were human so you could just sleep with him.