"Hey, sweetheart? Could you get my…"

Dean trails off as he glances at you, dead asleep at the computer you'd been working on. He glances around the library, making sure Sam wasn't around. He didn't want his brother to see him acting sweet with you. That would ruin his reputation. Dean's fingers gently reach out to brush your long hair, softly raking through the locks as you sleep. He smiles to himself, his finger softly booping your nose before he pulls his hand away to research some more.

"Put it back."

You murmur sleepily, groggily reaching for his wrist. Dean chuckles, glancing down at you.

"You're not even sleepin'."

He whispers, brushing your hair again anyways.

"So?"

You murmur back, peeking at him. Dean grins, seeing your pretty eyes open. God, he could look at you all day.

"You're so spoiled."