Chapter Seven, "Spooning in the Morning"

Dean slowly woke up, finding himself wrapped in warmth and comfort. He let himself just bask in it: a warm body wrapped around him, holding him. Eventually, he forced himself to open his eyes. There was some sunlight streaming through the glass walls, which had been completely clear last night but was now tinted, making the morning sun seem like it was only just rising. Dean smiled, appreciating yet another of the cool aspect of Tony's house. His smile dropped, when he remembered it was time for him to leave it.

Slowly, Dean disentangled himself from Tony's grasp, being careful not to wake this bed partner up. Once he was out, he was surprised when he saw the other man grasp and reach out for Dean, so he put his pillow in Tony's arms who then hugged the pillow to his chest. It made Dean smile: the older man looked adorable at that moment, though he's not sure if Tony would like that description.

With one last glance at Tony being a cuddlebug, Dean shook his head and went to the facilities and relieved his bladder. As he was washing his hands, he got a glance at himself in the mirror and stared. With all the hickies and bites circling his neck, it looked like several vampires had mauled him. Not that that could happen in real life: for all the supernatural out there, vampires were hunted to extinction, something Dean was grateful for. There are enough bloodsuckers out there without the originals running around. Dean gently brushed his fingers over the marks, absorbing the pain that contact with bruises made. He'd have souvenirs of this encounter for the next few weeks, by his reckoning.

Dean was glad for it. It would be a nice reminder that someone had claimed him, had pleasured him not once, but twice. He shivered at the memories of last night and glanced sideways at the bathtub. He would never look at baths the same way again. Or Tony for that matter, and he shifted his gaze to his lover.

From his position in the bathroom, Dean could see Tony still sleeping on the bed. Last night was so wonderful – like a dream. Dean wasn't a rookie at one-night stands – to the contrary, at 22, he'd been around the block enough, that he embraced the term man-slut. Yet, last night and this morning, Dean felt something. That was the problem. You aren't supposed to feel anything for one-nighters. One and done is fun and done.

But last night, the way Tony held his hand in the car as Dean opened up about his troubles, the way Tony got him off twice and bathed him, the way Tony cuddled up to him – spooned him! In all his life, Dean had never been the little spoon – with his family or his lovers. He was the big brother and would always spoon Sammy during a nightmare; and the times he slept overnight with a lover, he was always the more forward one, holding them as they slept. It was nice – more than nice. Dean had felt more safe and content in Tony's arms than place in his memory. It made him want to stay, to pursue this relationship –

Which was complete bullshit! Dean thought, closing his eyes and rubbing his scruffy face. It was one night – just one night, not even 24 hours! You can't fall in love with somebody so quickly, right? No, this is real life, not some TV show or movie. Plus, it would never work. He was a hunter and Tony was a – well, he wasn't sure just what Tony was, but the man was rich. Dean had responsibilities, and Tony – Tony could probably have anyone he wanted. He wouldn't want a high school dropout, hunter, and mechanic for a life partner, anyway. Better that Dean left now, before Tony kicked him out. And, if he left now, he could probably get to Las Vegas by early afternoon and con someone into giving him tickets to Siegfried and Roy Christmas Show. He always liked Tigers.

Going back into the bedroom, Dean quietly gathered his clothes from where they were bunched up on the floor near the windows. Slowly he started to dress, but as he was doing up his belt, he realized his attempt at silence was for naught.

"Why are you out of bed, babe?" Tony called from said bed. Dean turned and saw the man had one eye open, squinting. "It's way too early for anyone to be awake."

Dean raised an eyebrow and glanced at the clock to make sure he had the right sense of time. Yep – the digital clock on the nightstand blinked 9:12 at him.

"It's nearly quarter past nine," Dean countered, finishing buckling his belt.

"Like I said – way too early," Tony groaned and then sat up and fully realized what Dean was doing. "Hey, why you leaving so fast, sunshine?"

Dean hesitated, and then thought, what the hell.

"Well, I thought maybe you'd like me to leave," Dean replied, folding his arms across his bare chest defensively, holding his shirts in his hand. "Seeing how it's your house and all. And it's Christmas, I'm sure you have plans –"

"The only plans I have at the moment is more time with you, and I certainly don't want you to leave," Tony responded, and to Dean's surprise the man's cheeks reddened slightly and his eyes looked away from Dean's to the bed. "But, if you want to go, go. I won't stop you."

Glancing at the shirts in his hand and to Tony, who was trying to look nonchalant as he picked at his sheets, Dean paused. It was a bad idea. His brain was already trying to convince him that he had fallen in l- had developed strong feelings for the older man who he barely knew and had just met last night. To protect himself and protect his heart, Dean should say, thanks for the night, it was fun, but time for me to skedaddle. Pronto. And as Dean opened his mouth to do so, other words spilled out.

"I want to stay," Dean blurted, and his heart fluttered when Tony's response was a bright smile and a pat on the bed.

"Well then get out of those rags and under the sheets," Tony said, pulling back the covers. "It's cold without you."

Dean did as instructed, and as he got in bed and hugged Tony, kissing him, Dean knew this would end in disaster. But honestly, snuggled up with his lover, he couldn't give a damn.

AN: There we go, end of the first installment of the Supernatural Husbands series! But don't fret - the next fic, "I'm Used to Rose Petals, Not Salt Lines" will start right where we left off. (And just because they both realized they feel something strong for the other, doesn't mean that they are going to admit it easily to each other - This is Dean and Tony we're talking about.)

I hope you enjoyed my story and the way I portrayed our boys. Let me know what you think in the comments. See you next time, Love Insie

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