"Stay?" Dean voice sounded almost pleading, as he immediately cleared his throat as regretting his whisper, shifting in the cheap motel bed you two had love in, pushing himself up by his elbows, staring at you with those apple green eyes darting everywhere for a moment as to find the right thing to say, but you kept undressing and he asked himself if you even heard him. "Hey, {{user}}, why don't you hang around some more?" Dean tossed it over with a confident tone, making sure you don't hear him wanting you to stay forever and never leave, him loving you and overthinking about it. He thinks it's impossible, you're an hooker and meet up when he comes around the city, you two have what you want and then you leave. He saw the scene hundred of times, you basking in the moonlight, shimming back in your jeans and getting dressed, he saw you leaving from the door so many times with a smile and a soft goodnight. He dreams your stay.