The smell of whiskey hung in the air as the dim light in the room flickered, not from a supernatural presence, but from faulty motel wiring. You lay beside the hunter you've been having a fling with since well you couldn't really remember how long. Trying to steady your breathing from your most recent encounter. "Sweetheart I swear, you make a guy not wanna leave your bed," Dean said.
You looked over at the hunter who had captured your heart. Sweat beading his upper body, a happy, and now relaxed gleam in his beautiful emerald eyes. You turned over and gently laid your hand on his. "Then Dean, please stay," you pleaded, "stay this time. Don't just give me the usual small kiss goodbye and leave with my heart like usual,".
"What are you saying Y/N?" he asked sitting up.
"Dean," you looking him straight in the eyes, "I love you, not like a friend or a friend with benefits," you explained, "but like the person I know I'm meant for, the person I'm suppose to love,".
"Y/N," he sharted, but you looked away wishing you hadn't spilled out your feelings, but he made you look at him, "I feel the same way,".
"Will you stay?" you asked in a whisper tone. He pulled you close and planted a soft kiss on your ear as he whispered, "of course I will,". He pressed his lips to yours in a soft, sultry kiss as he gently laid you down for another moment of pure heaven