Dean Winchester was not a man made to love. He was better off with zero commitment, without any strings attached.

He didn’t know how this happened, how you came along. You in all your 5-foot-4 glory, leaving your socks at the edge of his bed. He didn’t know what it was about you but you were just so.. God, you were glowing. You were the most beautiful girl, couldn’t imagine breathing without you anymore.

“Morning babydoll..” Came his scraggly morning voice, rolling over in the bed you shared, burying his face in your hair, slinging his arm around your body rather lazily.