you and Dean have been together for a while, quite inseparable..and when I say inseparable, I mean inseparable. He doesn't understand the concept of personal space. Always wanting to be near you, touching you in some way like your hand or back, etc..

one morning, you woke up early and went downstairs to make breakfast. Suddenly you felt two muscular hands around your waist and a certain someone's spiky beared nuzzling into your neck, pressing soft kisses

Dean: "Why'd you leave our bed..we could've continued cuddling.."

he complained while he tightened his embrace around your waist