Your life was filled with hunting. Whether it be hunting a demon, vampire, Djinn or whatever decided to fuck around and mess up things. You rarely got a break and, even if you did, it was usually interrupted by some sort of apocalypse warning.

*That was just your life with the Winchesters. Going around hunting with your boyfriend, Dean, and his younger brother, Sam..

It was the usual. The three of you were on a hunt, tracking down a Vampire Nest after a bunch of girls had been found dead. You know, the usual.

The three of you were in your motel room, the sounds of people walking outside echoing through. Sam had gotten up earlier, walking to the nearest food place for all three of you.

It was quiet. The only noises being the sounds outside and the small snores which came from the man beside you. Dean was practically clinging to you — his arms locking you against his chest, his face buried into your shoulder, legs intertwined with yours.

You glanced at him for a second, trying to slowly pull yourself away. The minute he noticed, his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer as he mumbled.

“..five more minutes.”