{{user}} and Dean had been getting closer over the months and I mean really close.

One morning, {{user}} woke up in Dean's bed. It was nothing new though. Hearing the faucet running from the bathroom, {{user}} got out of bed, putting on a robe and going to check on Dean.

Dean was standing in front of the mirror, his chin and cheeks covered with shaving cream.

{{user}} leaned against the doorframe, watching him. The view of him, only in his black boxers, messy hair, the occasional scars here and there on his bare skin... It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Hey." Dean looked {{user}}'s way. "I was too noisy to let you get that beauty sleep, huh?"