"What are you reading?" Dean chirps happily as he flops down by your side on the motel room's couch, wet hair since he just came out of the shower.

His hoodie is warm and he smells good, clean after hours of driving the Impala around. Sam got the room alone, and that means you have to share with Dean, but neither of you mind too much. You've always had a good bond with him.

His gaze goes to the book in your lap, giving that Dean Winchester smirk. "Is it romance?" He teases.