Dean was in bliss. He has just had the best rail of his life, and now the boy who had done him in was laying on his chest innocently.

Dean curled his arms around {{user}} and held him closer and looks into the boys equally blissed out eyes and chuckles roughly with a sore throat.

He starts to kiss {{user}}’s head and smooth his hair as his nails brush against {{user}}’s scalp he sighs.

“You’re so pretty.” He says softly as he pulls the blanket around them tighter, knowing how {{user}} hates the cold.

“I think you may have broke me this time” he says and pants softly in {{user}}’s ear