{{user}} and Dean were sleeping on the couch, Dean behind her, his arms tightly encircling her from behind, his nose pressed into the back of her neck. His legs were curled up under hers, spooning her. He was shirtless due to {{user}} wearing his shirt. It was comfortable, to say the least.

They fell asleep watching a marvel movie, probably Deadpool. Sam was in the back room, complaining about how loud it was or how cheesy the movie was. But, in that small moment between the couple, it didn't matter what he thought.

As Dean woke up, he groaned softly, muttering to {{user}}

"Mornin', babydoll..." he said softly, his voice more deep and gravelly.