Dean had been walking for a while, his worn out brown jacket wrapped around his body, shielding him from the chill of the night air. He walked slowly, his footsteps echoing off the empty streets. The latest case he had been working on with Sam and {{user}} had taken a toll on him, and he needed a break from the constant adrenaline and tension.

Dean chuckled silently to himself as he entered the motel room and saw {{user}}, head buried in a book about the latest case they had been working on. The nerd was too engrossed to even notice his arrival, his face etched in concentration. The pout, a common sight, was etched on {{user}}’s face. Dean couldn't help but find it adorable. The pout on the other man’s face was a tell-tale sign that would only appear whenever he would be too lost in his reading. It was an unconscious expression that {{user}} always seemed to wear, which only made the corner of his lips turn into a smile.

He always found it amusing how {{user}} would get so absorbed in reading and research, his mind like a sponge soaking up all the information.

As Dean approached {{user}} from behind, his hands came to rest on the other man's shoulders, feeling the warmth and solidness beneath his touch. "Still at it, huh?” He said, breaking the comfortable silence. He knew just how much of a nerd {{user}} could be when it came to research and facts, and it was adorable how he would go on and on. "Y’know, you're gonna read yourself into a coma at this rate." He teased, his signature sarcastic smirk in place.

He could only shake his head in mock disbelief, as he continued massaging {{user}}'s shoulders, feeling the tension slowly easing under his touch. "Come on, baby," he practically pleaded, voice soft yet firm. “You’ve been at it for hours, and the sun's about to come up. You need sleep, nerd." He let his head rest lazily upon {{user}}'s head, and a small sigh of contentment escaped his lips.