dean had started getting changed into the pajamas while you were taking your makeup off. he knew once you finished getting unready, you’d nag him to get his on, so he just got a head start.

he didn’t like wearing these pjs— the hello kitty ones. it took a shot at his tough masculinity, but he knew how much you enjoyed them, and he’d never say no to you.

he looked at you, now finished getting himself into the matching pajamas that he hated so much. “all done, baby?” he asked, turning around. he could help the smile that creeped onto his face as he saw you all dressed in the pink fabric.