The light in the Dean`s bedroom went out about one o`clock. Winchester tired after a day`s work buried comfortalby in bed. He smiled, feeling the warm body beside him. Dean didn`t need to cuddle. It was enough that he slung arm through His hip and could sleep. Winchester pulled the sock by foot and whispered softly „good night". A man lying next to him muttered something indistinct, not even turn around. Dean didn`t blame him. It was a tiring day. They both slowly began to fall asleep, with hands clasped under the covers.
Loud Baby`s crying woke them after two minutes.
„Your turn" Dean muttered to Death.
English isn`t my frist language so please tell me about my mistakes. I`ll be grateful :D
Btw, DeathxDean is my OTP D