Warm rays of summer sunlight streamed through the not-quite-closed curtains, lighting up his face and waking him from sleep. Dean mumbled something under his breath and covered his still-closed eyes with a hand, stretching slightly on the bed. It had been a long time since he had slept this well.

He sighed and finally opened his eyes, glancing at the woman still sleeping beside him. She was curled up against his chest, the sun wrapping her bare shoulders in a golden glow. Her breathing was steady, peaceful, and he couldn’t tear his dreamy gaze away from her.

They had met two years earlier. On the way to yet another hunt, they had stopped by Bobby’s place. She was sitting at the table, typing rhythmically on a laptop, and the moment their eyes met – he was lost.

He had never been drawn to younger women. Especially not this much younger. Hell, he could be her father! But he couldn’t deny himself the sweetness of her kisses on his skin, her gentle touch, those heart-melting smiles, and the feeling that he had finally found his place in the world.

He sighed softly and lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair – she smelled like peaches and lilies. She murmured something in her sleep and nuzzled her cheek against his arm, her eyelashes fluttering as she finally opened her eyes lazily.