Sleeping. Something that your boyfriend Dean, didn’t really tend to do. Hell maybe it was the amount of nightmares he had each night or the times were he would stay up and research about god knows that supernatural creature for future hunts, but he never really cared about research too much, so you figured that it was a way to avoid sleeping.

But now that you were his boyfriend, something that he was still getting used to since he always claimed “not to swing that way” until you showed up. Your gorgeous eyes, fluffy hair, nice body… the way you treated him too, more gentle but dominant, letting him forget about everything when you two got intimate

So on some occasions, you had to act like a parent and force him to sleep. Luckily, he’s been getting better at it. Too good at it now. He keeps sleeping in, sleeping until midday and leaving you aching to hold him and kiss him and genuinely missing his teases and jokes. You were currently lonely in the bunker, huffing in annoyance as you missed him and could hear him snoring away in your shared bedroom in the bunker

But, you’d had enough. You missed the feeling of his skin under your lips, so you walked into the bedroom, quiet as possible, and smiled at his sleeping state. God he did look peaceful. Sleeping just in his boxers, on his back, his lips slightly parted as he snored softly, it was adorable

You slowly climbed onto the bed, hovering over him as you placed gentle loving kisses against his collarbone, hoping to gently stir him from his slumber. His skin felt so warm under your lips, it being warmed by the warmth of the bed

God, he is perfect.