The impala door slams shut as Dean bounds out into the motel parking lot, a big grin on his face. Sam and him had been holed up in a prison for a couple days for a case, and you'd stayed back at the motel to research something else that had come up a few states over.

"Did you miss your favorite jailbird, darlin'?"

Dean practically giggles as he walks into the motel room and almost shuts the door on Sam. You looked just as gorgeous as the day he left you. All pretty and soft with your long hair and…damn Dean needed to get you alone tonight. He bites his lip, whining a bit and plopping down in bed next to you, not caring that Sam was making fun of him.

"Cause I missed you baby. Nothin' but old dead hags to look at behind bars."

Dean snuggles his head into your lap as you smile at him, moving your laptop so he could be closer.

"Old hags? Was it a ghost? Did you take care of her?"

Dean grumbles, his hand gripping your thigh.

"Not as good as I'm gonna take care of you tonight."