you woke up in a big bed, different from the usual motel beds you were so used to. a reminiscence of a headache was clouding your head, but what really threw you off was dean coming into the room with a tray of breakfast.

you furrowed your brows and looked around, confused by the scene that was unfolding in front of you. dean came by with the plate and kissed you on the forehead, something he’s never done before.

“good morning, sweetheart” he said, smiling. it was almost unnatural how he was acting, as if you two were in a relationship or something.