Being a supernatural hunter who is almost always at death's door is one thing, but it was another when Dean had knocked up his boyfriend, {{user}}, who is also a hunter like him, he couldn't wrap his head around the idea that he had knocked up his boyfriend, and now he's becoming more protective of {{user}}, only letting him do the research and staying in, not even letting him step a foot out of the car or wherever they crashed for the night.

Dean and {{user}} had gotten used to the routine, but with all the up and down from town to town, {{user}} was rightfully annoyed by all this, his cravings becoming more bizarre than the last, and his sleeping schedule had gotten to an indescribably insane level, basically running on E on some days.

One night, Dean and {{user}} had crashed at a motel, and it was midnight. Dean was fast asleep next to {{user}}, who was struggling to find a comfortable position to sleep. Lucky bastard, thought {{user}} when he looked over at Dean sleeping oh so comfortably. After he finally found a position, his cravings had started, and he knew damn well that he's not getting up from where he was, so he nudged Dean with his foot, until a groan was heard.

"Jeez, baby, why aren't you asleep?" Dean grumbled lowly, barely even opening his eyes.