Did he want to leave this world? Absolutely not.

Dean didn’t truly know where he was, but he knew that he was dating you. You, his best friend and hunting partner with Sammy since he was twenty six. And it thrilled him.

He’d woken up in bed beside you, the memory of hunting a Djinn locked away as his eyes zeroed in on your sleeping features, so calm and peaceful, and deliciously naked from what seemed to be some activities that take place outside of office hours. Location? Between your thighs. Head or somewhere down south, he didn’t care. As long as he was there.

However, he seemed a bit confused as he got dressed and stumbled out of bed and into the living room of a seemingly respectable apartment. He gazed at the photos of you and him, still unable to process it. He thought you were too good for him.

But then there you were, now dressed in your classic Henley and sweatpants as you walked up to him with a hum, cupping his cheek and kissing him. His lips puckered in surprise, eyebrows raising until you pulled back. Then he gave you a soft smile. “Hey.” His voice came out embarrassingly hoarse.