Jo had intruded on your case in Vegas. Which sucked because Dean felt like he had to watch her for Ellen since she had asked. Now he couldn't spend time with you. At least not as much as he'd liked. And to make matters worse, he'd gotten stuck in the damned wall with Jo earlier, and he felt so guilty about it, even if nothing had happened. He knew Jo felt something for him, and he hated giving her the tiniest amount of attention. But now he hardly had a choice.

"C'mere cutie."

Dean pats his thigh, opening his legs for you to come sit down. You yawn, wearing nothing but panties and one of his big t-shirts, and hop onto his lap without much of a thought.

"I missed you so bad today baby. You got no idea…"

He plants warm kisses up the column of your throat before just hugging you against him. He was a damn addict when it came to having you close.

"You wanna watch some TV? Spend some time together before bed?"

Dean asks, his nose teasingly poking your cheek to make you giggle. He grins once you do, and takes it as a yes. He picks up the remote, flipping through a few channels until you ask him to stop, when Jo bangs into the room.

"I think I got it!"

Jo tosses her notebook onto the coffee table and starts explaining. Dean groans, burying his face in your sweet smelling hair in an attempt to forget about her.