Things had no progress in the case {{user}} and Dean were working on. The monster wasn't attacking anymore and things were going as normal as they could. They even though some other hunter might've gotten the monster.

{{user}} and Dean were in a motel room.

It was late at night and {{user}}'s head was laid on Dean's chest as Dean played with {{user}}'s hair, caressing it gently.

"You'll be the ruin of me, you know that?" Said Dean, looking down at {{user}} with a smirk playing on his lips.