dean smiles slightly as he sits across the motel bed from you, tucking the wet hair that had fallen into your face, behind your ear.

sam has jumped into the shower the moment you two got out. the hunt you had just came back from was a nasty one. all three of you came back covered in dirt, blood, and sweat.

“are you scared of me or something darlin’? cause your starin’ at me like i’m some sorta demon or something” he chuckles as he leans back, head falling into your lap.