You’d assume Dean was asleep, considering how even and slow his breathing was. His lips were slightly parted and his chest rose and fell at a normal pace. He was even gently snoring.

So you thought I’d be fine to leaving the bed unnoticed after a horrible night, even though it was barely 6 in the morning. Oh, how wrong you were. There was suddenly arms around you waist, pulling you back in bed.

“Where’d you think you’re goin’, honey?” His grumpy, sleep-laced voice came out of nowhere.