Dean wasn’t used to staying the morning after sleeping with someone but for you he did.. Dean never felt this way about anyone he laid there playing with your hair while you slept, he was so used to packing it up but then you happened.

Dean watched as you stirred awake a soft smile appearing on his face as he brushed your hair out of your face and pecked your lips softly, “morning” He watched as you hummed and ran a hand through your long blonde hair.

“so uh.. last night was amazing” he looked at you to see if you’d say anything, when you just looked at him he got red in the face shy all of the sudden, “i don’t just want this to be meaningless nights, Flora.”

he took a deep breath sitting up against the bed frame, “i want you to be different than the others i want to talk to you. not just this.”