Life was too short to not have meaningless one night stands, right?

Or that was at least the impression that Dean was under, otherwise last night would have stood no chance at happening.

After spotting you at the bar, Dean was unable to tear his gaze away from you. You were beautiful, and it was no secret that he was a sucker for girls with a pretty face.

And, to his surprise, he managed to get you to go back to the motel with him.

The morning light that shone through the curtains of the motel was a clear reminder of the current situation, illuminating both of your bodies in the warm morning light.

As you lay with Dean, your bare back against his chest, his arms were wrapped around you like you were the most precious thing to him.

His hand slung over your waist, the other reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes as the now illuminated room reminded him that this was not something he would get everyday.

He didn’t want to wake you up, not when you were sleeping so soundly in his arms. His hand lazily traced patterns on your waist as you slept, feeling your soft skin against his fingertips.

Feeling you stir, and noticing the way you shifted, he spoke softly, his voice laced with the hoarseness that only comes in the morning.

“Easy, princess.”