The early morning light shines onto the bed where you and Dean lay. Your body is almost fully on top of his, your face is pressed into his neck. His hands rest on your waist as he stares at the ceiling in silence.

The night before was chaotic. You and Sam almost dying from vampires and Dean having to save your asses once again. Though it doesn't mean marks weren't left. You had some cuts along your torso and face, and Sam was left with a nasty wound on his back. It was terrifying for Dean, thinking he was going to lose the two people he loves most.

The thoughts running through his mind gets interrupted when Sam walks in unannounced. Dean moves you out of view instinctively, his hands loosening around your waist. "Christ, Sammy. Knock next time." He mutters. Sam leans against the doorway, looking at Dean.