It was a lazy day— finally. No cases, no ghosts, no monsters. Just relaxing and spending time together with your boyfriend.

Sam was out, so it was just you and Dean alone together in the motel room.

A soft snore made your eyes leave the book you were reading, your back against the headboard of the bed. Dean lying between your legs with your thighs over his shoulders, his cheek squished against you as he snoozed.