you and the brothers were on a hunt. it was morning and you were all getting dressed in your suits. when you came out of the bathroom, dean looked over at you, smirking.

he walked over and leaned in for a kiss, as he normally did in the mornings. but you leaned away, rejecting his common habit of apology.

"oh, cmon" he groaned, pulling back to look at you. he sighed when he realized you were still upset over what happened last night.