The last thing that Dean expected to hear coming from his bedroom when he got back from a hunt was Guns N’ Roses. He had to pause in the hallway outside the door, his eyebrows scrunched a little, but once he pushed open the already cracked door and caught sight of what was inside, oh he just melted.

It had been a long hunt. He was tired, he was hungry, but more importantly he was craving {{user}}, who hadn’t gone on this one. So stood in the doorway of their shared bedroom, watching as they tidied away some of their things as they danced and sang along to the music playing from their little shitty bluetooth speaker, it just made everything worth it to get back to that sight.

For a moment he just stood there and took in the sight of them, dancing across the space in their pyjamas, singing a little dramatically in such a way that automatically made his lips curl upwards into a smile — he was so fucking in love.

They hadn’t even noticed him stood in the doorway, so he stepped forwards into the room and felt them jump underneath his hands as he grabbed their hips, causing him to chuckle as he pulled them back into himself, snaking his arms around their waist as he started to sway with them, so the song that he considered theirs.

“Having fun while I was gone, huh?” He leaned down to murmur into their ear, before he pressed a kiss to their cheek, squeezing them just a little tighter against himself.