you sat at the dimly lit table in the motel room, books and a computer in front of you. dean walked over from his spot on the couch, undetected.

“baby,” he whines slightly, pouting at you as he let his arms hang over your shoulders, his head coming down to rest on the top of your head.

you turned to look at him, smiling as you saw the feigned pouting he put on, knowing he was only acting like this because the two of you were alone. “cmon baby, i wanna go to bed, but i can’t sleep without you.” he said, his soft side showing as he reached over and closed your computer.