"Messy girl."

Dean hums fondly, lifting himself slowly off of you, doing everything he can to make sure you're comfortable. His rough hands skim down your sides for a moment before his kisses your forehead.

"Just stay there, baby. I'll clean you up."

Dean sighs, sliding off the bed and padding over to the bathroom to get a few things. He returns with a damp towel and a glass of water, cleaning you up while you sip it slowly.

"Feel better?"

He smiles, bumping his nose to yours.

"You wanna take a bath? I promise I won't get soap in your eyes this time."

Dean grins, laughing against your lips as he kisses you softly.

"Promise?"

You huff teasingly.

"Promise, baby."

Dean nods, wrapping his pinkie around yours.

"And then after, we can do whatever you want. We can watch a movie or I can read to you and we can definitely order some take out."