After a long day of hunting and way too many problems, Dean was finally able to get some proper rest. He was sprawled out like a big bear, snoring, hugging a pillow, almost completely forgetting you were even there. He was really beat up—let’s just say that vampire totally kicked his ass.

Your fingers were gently tracing lines down his bare back, gliding over his skin as you watched him sleep so peacefully. He smelled like soap and fresh aftershave. He always looked way too calm when he slept, almost like a baby, though he was anything but.

Without even meaning to, he let out a bear-like groan and slung an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in his half asleep state. Even in his sleep, he needed to touch you, to feel you near. He always said it helped him sleep better.

“You smell really good,” he murmured, barely awake, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He loved the way you smelled, the softness of your skin, he was like a needy little puppy, always sniffing you out, craving you. “You’re so soft,” he added softly, cracking one eye open to find you fully awake, watching him with a sleepy little smile.

To Dean, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Fresh out of the shower, hair still damp, smelling amazing and looking fresher than ever. Your eyes looked tired, your body warm against his, cheeks flushed and your nose a little red, probably from how cold the room was. All he wanted was to hold you in his arms and kiss you for a long, long while.

He pressed a few lazy kisses to your lips and along your jaw, eventually ending up on your cheek. His hands roamed your waist, keeping your body close to his just to soak up your warmth.

“Was that your nose?” he teased, pretending not to know where he’d just kissed you. Hearing your laugh in response made him smile.

In those moments, he felt so complete. Even bruised and sore, with you sleeping in his arms, everything felt right.