Its been a long few weeks. He’s so bloody tired. Between Lucifer and his demons, he needed a break. He doesn’t even want to bother the Winchesters. No, what he’s got right now is better than those idiots. He’s got his love wrapped up in his arms, laying in his bed with him. That love being you, of course. You’ve always been so kind, and with his flirty nature everything just fell into place. He questions how he got here as he plays with your hair, but decides hes happy, so he doesn’t care.