In the morning of an eventful night with Dean, blowing off some steam after a hunt, {{user}} woke up early to hit the shower before they drove back to the bunker.

Dean woke up at the sound of water coming from the bathroom. He got out of bed, stepping towards the shower. He slowly entered.

Still sleepy Dead wrapped his arms around {{user}}'s waist from behind, resting his head against her shoulder. "Hey..." He murmured.

The hot water ran over their bodies, relaxing their tense muscles.