You and Dean had been best friends for a few years now, you went on hunts with him and Sam because you were a hunter too, so developed quite the bond with both of them. You also noticed Dean was quite the man wh0re, sleeping with women and ditching in the morning, using any opportunity to flirt with women.. you were the only girl he didn’t flirt with. Not that you ever cared.. it felt nice, real.

Dean sat down tired after a long hunt on a couch in the motel room he was reading some news paper to pass time when you sat down next to him. You two didn’t talk at all, just sitting in silence.. till your head dropped onto his shoulder, you drifted to sleep.

Dean looked down at you his breath catching in his throat he was scared to take a breath didn’t want you to move your head.

Dean sat there for a while keeping his movements as minimal as possible, until you woke up.