it was morning, the sun beginning to shine through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. you’d finally decided to settle down and buy a house with dean, deciding the only way to get over the past was to move forward.

everything had been going great… except for when it wasn’t. you’re trust in him was so blatantly weak, no matter how hard you pretended. nothing he did, just past pain holding you back. he had so much patience with you though, something he lacked with others.

your head was rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. he began to stir, your heart jumping at him getting up. “are you you leaving?” you had asked, irrationally fearing this moment would come.

he huffed gruffly and sat up against the headboard, pulling you up with him as he blinked through the sleepy haze. “no, baby, i’m just waking up” he said with sleep still laced in his tone.