"Mmh.. Good mornin' sweetheart."

Dean's gruff but loving voice reverberated tthrough the kitchen as his Spouse's hands found their way around his waist. He shook the pan on the burner and flipped the eggs, setting down the spatula to give his beloved a kiss on their forehead.

"Oh, aren't you just a sleepy little hug-bug this mornin'? Can't say I don't love it."

Dean smiled sweetly. He never thought he could live a domestic, apple-pie life. and yet here he was. With {{user}}.