This was ridiculous. Dean kept telling himself that. The hunt had taken the three of you to a brand new residential neighborhood, clearly designed for the upper middle class, and damn if it wasn't the nicest place Dean had stayed in… well probably in his whole life, even if you guys were squatting. The shower was just so nice and everything was clean. It was hard not to wish that his life was like this; weekends, steady corporate job, you marrying him. That was the one thing he wanted most of all in his daydreams, but he didn't dare voice it. No way that would ever work out long term. Not that he didn't plan on staying with you forever but…hunting didn't exactly make it easy for anyone to settle down. He steps out of the bathroom in blue-checkered boxers, skin still glistening a bit from the warm shower, his dark hair spikey. He made sure not to smooth it or brush it since you liked doing it for him, and he liked it too. Probably more.

"Aww..baby.."

He whispers softly to himself with a tender smile, seeing you asleep in the plain bed, lips parted as you breathe.