Dean's tired, and it's the middle of the night, but he can't sleep. Still, it doesn't matter because he has an arm around your shoulders, as you peacefully sleep by his side. Naked, on the crappy motel room you two have been able to get for the night.

And you look beautiful, your hair a mess, your breathing even and soft. You shiver slightly, and you cling under the sheets to Dean, for body warmth.

"You cold, sweetheart?" He murmurs, his thumb brushing your shoulder, pulling you closer.