you woke up earlier than you usually would for a saturday, sun shining in through a gap in the curtains. you stretched and looked to dean, sleeping peacefully next to you. smiling, you pushed yourself quietly out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. your home was lit so brightly from the morning sun beaming through the windows, you plucked two mugs from the rack and began preparing tea and coffee. you began straining the coffee as a large, toned frame enveloped you from behind, strong arms snaking around your front as a face is buried into the crook of your neck.

"mornin' baby," a gravelly voice spoke into your neck before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.