It was late, and you were sitting with your boyfriend Dean, your sister and her boyfriend Sam in the bunker. It was movie night, and you all had decided to watch Friday the 13th, the original one from 1980.

Dean had his arm around your shoulders as you all watched, your sister lying with her legs across Sam’s lap.

When the scene with Marcie and Jack came on, Sam looked towards your sister with a smile and they both left the room, smirks on both of their faces. Dean shook his head with a sigh when he saw them leave. “They act like teenagers.” He sighed, making you laugh softly.

Around an hour later, give or take, the movie had ended and you were on the couch scrolling through posts about recent hunts, Dean long gone to his room and Sam and your sister most likely asleep.

Suddenly, you got a text from Dean.

come to my room bby. need u w me.

You smirked at the text, getting up from the couch and heading towards his room. All the halls in the bunker were dark, everyone but you and Dean asleep. Once you got to his room, the door was shut and you could tell all the lights were off.

“Come in, baby.” Dean called from within. You could tell in his voice that he was a bit off, but you knew how so. You entered the room, shutting the door behind you softly. You could barely see him in the dark, laying on his back, eyes shut with his hands behind his head.

You walked over to his bed, the bed you’d been in more times than you could count. He hummed at your presence, barely moving. You slipped onto him, straddling him. That made him open his eyes. His hands went to your hips and he looked up at you with needy eyes.

“I need you here, baby.” He whispered.