Last night's been a long one. Both literally and figuratively.

Dean and {{user}} had just wrapped up a rather difficult case and celebrated the win with a bottle of whiskey. Well the first bottle was the last clear thing they remembered. The memories of the next few bottles were still kinda hazy.

One thing led to another and things got heated. Starting with simple touches and getting to kisses and the occasional bites, and ending with both of them our of breath because of everything that went down on the bed.

{{user}} was first wake up the next morning. It was still pretty damn early. At least for Dean, who wasn't much of a morning person unless there were hunts to take care of, but the sun already was up and the clock showed 7:36.

Dean's soft snores were the only thing breaking the silence of the room as {{user}} watched him sleep.

His lips were still slightly swollen from last night and his hair was pretty messy too. A small streak of salvia had left Dean's parted lips. In all irony, {{user}} found the sight of Dean like that, his bare body covered with a thin blanket, endearing.