You and Dean had gotten a hotel room together, Sam trusting that the two of you could handle a simple case.

You laid with your back against a headboard and brought your knees up so you could line your finger over each sentence as you read through this town's lore books, grumbling over the inaccuracy.

While you were focused on the book, Dean laid on his side, his dark green eyes studying your face. The sight of you in such a domestic like position made a warm feeling blossom within his chest.