The morning sun’s rays filtered through the thin, patterned motel curtains, gently stirring you awake in Dean’s arms. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before glancing over at your still-sleeping boyfriend. His lips were slightly parted, his hair a mess, and a soft smile tugged at your lips—he always seemed to sleep so deeply with you beside him.

After savoring the moment for a few more minutes, you carefully untangled yourself from his embrace, grabbing your clothes before slipping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Once you were dressed and feeling refreshed, you stood in front of the mirror, messing with your hair and makeup. That’s when a groggy Dean pushed open the already ajar bathroom door. You greeted him with a soft smile, and in return, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he murmured in a raspy voice,

"Mornin', sweetheart."