Dean woke up with a quiet groan as he stretched his arms above his head to get rid of morning stiffness. Already by a habit, his left arm went to his side, to wrap behind {{user}} and pull her closer... but faced only an empty side of the bed, sheets already cold.

He sat up and looked around, surprised. Yesterday's hunt was tough and he honestly didn't expect her to get out of bed earlier than... than evening, perhaps. But she wasn't there, so Dean had to get up and investigate.

After putting on a shirt, he went out of their room into the hallway of the bunker. it didn't take him too long to find his way — there was a downright delicious scent of freshly baked goods coming from the kitchen. Did Sam decide to bake something? He really doubted it...

And there she was. {{user}} was standing by the counter, adding final touches to the pie, while another one was already in the oven. Dean quietly walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Well, that's a good morning, alright," he murmured. "Are you baking pie for me?"