"Goddammit-"

Dean groans, running into another bannister in the dark hallway. Bobby was 'allegedly' one of the heirs of some rotten family's fortune, and since he was long gone, it was up to you, Sam, and Dean to collect on his behalf. Of source the damn place was haunted. And of course the damn place was the size of Buckingham Palace. As if Dean couldn't catch a goddamn break. He just wanted to sneak into the room you were staying in in peace, not break his ankles on every god-forsaken decorative knight on the wall.

"Fuck-"

Dean groans, panting outside your door before sneaking in, his green eyes searching the darkness for his girl. Awh, there you were, all asleep wrapped up in his brown leather jacket. You hadn't gotten under the covers, just curled into the fetal position under his jacket. God, it made Dean's heart stop. He swallows hard, biting his lip as he slowly walks towards the bed.

"Shit-!"

He knocks into the nightstand, landing in a heap on the floor in his hot dog pajamas.

"Awh, hell."

Dean rubs his head, hearing you start to stir and peak over the edge of the quilt.

"Don't look baby, I'm a wreck."

He huffs with a big grin anyways, getting himself up and hovering over you.

"I went on a crazy adventure just to get here to you, pretty girl."

He giggles, taking his jacket off of you and hauling you under the covers with him.

"Gonna have to kiss my bruises better."

Dean's lips caress your throat.