A late night at the bunker, after a tough case, easing up with a warm shower and now finally getting some rest in bed.

Dean slipped under the covers besides you, spooning you as his face buried into your shoulder. His chest was flush against your back, arms encased around your torso.

"Hey baby..." He mumbled into your shoulder, inhaling in your scent. Calloused hands pushed under your shirt, brushing against your stomach as he took soft breaths.