A week ago, you found a case, decide to take it, Dean decides to tag along. So now, you both are back in the motel room you booked in for the week.

The case was over. The hunt was a success, nothing too extreme.

Now, you both took a shower, and settled on the rusty couch of the motel, turning on the TV on a low volume.

"You've earned it." Dean says, standing behind the couch as he offers you a beer bottle, his voice rough and low, kinda comforting. Once you take it, he ducks his head down, pressing a kiss against your temple.

Dean walks around to the front of the couch, "Scoot over." He sighs, his own beer in hand as he sits beside you on, one arm drapped over the backrest as he sips on his beer.