You decided to shower before your boyfriend Dean got back from the latest hunt. As you were gathering your clothes you got an idea. You hadn't seen Dean in almost four days. You smiled as you grabbed your favorite flannel shirt of his. It was a black and white one. It drove him crazy whenever you would wear it. You quickly showered and dressed in the shirt and a pair of black boy shorts.
Just as you were drying your hair you heard Dean call for you. "I'm in the bathroom!" you called back and heard him shuffle to the room you shared. You brushed through your hair a few times and headed to the room. You stood in the doorway and watched as he was unpacking his stuff. Throwing dirt and blood-stained clothes in the hamper. "Hey handsome," you greeted. Dean looked over at you and froze. His mouth open wide. You giggled.
"Hello beautiful," he finally said walking over to you, "you are definitely a sight for sore eyes,".
"Hows my handsome hunter?" you asked as Dean wrapped his arms around your waist.
"So much better now," he said, "you always look so good in this shirt,". He played with the little white buttons on it.
"You always say that," you said with a giggle.
"Now," he said pulling you into the room, "let's see how good you look without it on,". You giggled and kissed him as he closed the door.