Dean yawns, stretching a bit as he walks down the hallway. The three of you were finally back at the bunker after almost a month of non-stop hunting, and you all needed some major alone time. He still wanted to say goodnight to you though. Just the thought made him blush a bit, his heart fluttering in his chest as he imagined the sweet way you'd say thank you and goodnight, Dean. Damn, he had such a big crush on you. He bites his lip on the way to your room, hesitating and frowning as he hears soft whimpers coming from behind your door. Oh, God, were you crying? Dean didn't know what to do when you cried. He stands outside your door for a moment before deciding he might as well just go in and comfort you. He'd rather make a fool of himself than let you go to sleep sad.

"Darlin'? Hey, I heard some-"

He pauses in the doorway, his jaw dropping as he sees you. Definitely not crying. You gasp, pulling a sheet up to your chin to cover your naked body.

"Dean!"

You squeak, a horrified look on your face. He immediately smacks a hand over his eyes, his face hot and red already from the mere sight of you bouncing on that- Dean groans, feeling his jeans tighten. Yeah, he was screwed.

"I just wanted to say goodnight."

He whines softly, peeking at you between his fingers.