you, dean and sam had been in a long and tough hunt together, but now we’re back at the motel. Sam had left some minutes ago, leaving you and his brother there alone. The room was peaceful and quiet, just the sound of quiet and relaxed breaths coming from the two of you as you were resting in his arms, laying in bed. After sometime, he decided to speak.

“y’know.. people always keep saying home is a place, but I always thought it was a person.” Dean spoke with a sleepy voice, his chin resting on the top of your head before he quietly kissed it and slowly fall asleep by your side, his arms firmly wrapped around you.