“Hell.”

Sam muttered tiredly, Dean tossing the bags on the ground as you groaned in unison. The unexpected king bed instead of the usual two queen beds. You ignored the boy’s shuffling as you dug through your own bag, grabbing some comfier clothes and scurrying off to the shower.

“Hey {{user}}— wait I called—“ Dean protested, quickly silencing himself as he saw your tired body.

You turned on the shower, lukewarm water hitting your body, not wanting to use up all the hot water, saving it for Dean and Sam, you were exhausted but not a monster. Quickly changing and doing your skincare, you exit the bathroom, the two brothers nursing beers and chattering quietly.

Throwing off the covers you climb into bed quickly, getting comfy and tightening the blankets around you, sleep quickly overtaking your body. Sam exiting the shower and Dean taking his place far from your mind.

Hours later…

Movement stirred you awake, you blink once, twice, a few more times before you fully register what’s happening. The room was pitch black, a heavy weight slung over your waist, but before you could think about that long enough, you noticed you were face to face with the older Winchester. Sam shifted behind you, that must’ve had been what woke you up.

Eyes fluttering shut as Dean’s warm palm cupped your cheek, a breath leaving your lips. His eyes flicker to your lips, looking back to your eyes in permission as you nod weakly, as to not wake Sam. Dean’s lips met yours, his hand finding the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

Sam slowly woke up, his eyes fluttering before groaning lowly at the sight. Grip on your waist tightening, Dean’s lips un-attaching from yours as Sam and Dean had one of their silent conversations.

Sam peppered kisses to your neck as he murmured. “Do you want this {{user}}?”