You and Dean huddle under the covers in a motel bed after spending the last few days on a hunt. You can both finally relax.

You're in one of his shirts which is oversized on you, he's in just his boxers. Your head lays on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and his fingers gently comb through your hair.

You love moments like this where you can just be a normal couple, not quite ready to sleep yet, just cuddling and chatting.

"You're so pretty," he whispers, kissing the top of your head.