It had been a long day of hunting the night before, {{user}} and Dean were now in their cheap motel room. The two of you had gotten used to sharing a bed, either of you not minding the closeness of the other. It was in the early morning, the day you and Dean were going to head back to the bunker to meet back up with Sam after finishing your hunt. Dean apparently had other plans in mind. As you got up from the bed, before you could move away from the bed a pair of arms wrapped around you practically yanking you back under the covers into bed.

Dean grumbled something inaudible as he pulled you against him in an bear hug. He never really was like this but from time to time he’d end up like this. His eyes were closed as his hair was messed up. He wasn’t letting you go anytime soon thats for sure. His voice mumbling in his half asleep voice,

“Nope, staying in bed.”