Next it was Dean's turn to choose a movie, and naturally, he chose a classic. Terminator 2 - Judgment Day. But just as Mike was about to play it, he paused, frowned, then turned to look at Dean, a small smile appearing on his face. His expression told Dean that the man came up with an idea, but of course, one he wouldn't share with Dean. Not in words, anyway.

But he would probably show him. Mike practically ran out of the room, and by the look of it, towards the kitchen, and a moment later Dean heard popping sounds. He huffed a laugh, feeling the place fill with the smell of popcorn. Dean's smile widened into a huge grin at the sight of a giant bowl with one of his favourite movie treats as Mike came back in the room. The man set the bowl in front of Dean, his brows furrowing in contemplation as he adorably scratched his head, probably figuring the logistics of them sharing it.

He looked at his chair, then back at the bowl, then back at the kitchen and Dean could see that he was trying to figure out if he should scoot the chair closer and keep reaching of a handful of popcorn at them time, or if he should find a smaller bowl and take off the big pile. His inner struggle was so cute, and Dean was overwhelmed with a desire to solve it.

"Plenty of room here." Dean said as je patted a spot right net to him on the bed, then scooted over using his hands for lift. "I won't bite." He added, suddenly feeling that isn't exactly true. Shaking it off, Dean decided to add a little more persuasion. "It's gotta be more comfortable then the chair and we can share the popcorn too."

Mike froze, his eyes going wide, irises dilating, and mouth opening as if he was about to speak. Dean beamed to hear his voice, but was once again left hanging when the man scolded his expression so fast, if Dean wasn't paying attention, he would have missed it all. Still, Mike couldn't help the blush that rose on his cheeks, followed by the smallest, most adorably shy smiles Dean has ever seen.

Mike nodded and walked closer, turning and setting his tush on the mere edge of the bed, like he didn't want to disturb Dean's personal space. The hunter huffed a laugh, then motioned for him to come closer to the empty space on the bed and lean on the pillow by the headboard, and with a small gulp, Mike complied.

Carefully, not wishing to shift the bed too much and hurt Dean, Mike moved closer, right next to Dean. The man's scent reached Dean and his lips quirked into a semi-smile at the fragrance of vanilla, probably frim the soap the guy used when he showered.

Considering his current predicament, Dean could have been off worse then sitting next to a good smelling guy and watching one of his favorite movies while stuffing his face with popcorn. The whole thing reminded him of going to the movies, and it brought back memories of the last time he was on a date. Rhonda Hurley. Good times.

This kind of felt like that. But of course, Dean couldn't yawn and throw his arm around the guy or something stupid like that. He wasn't a kid anymore, he was an adult. An adult with a plan.

The entire time, Dean threw hidden glances at the guy, purposely brushing their hands together whenever Mike went for the popcorn, but the guy was too engrossed in the plot to notice him. When the movie finally ended, Dean turned to the man.

"Wow, some movie huh?" To that, Mike only nodded, then went to get off the bed, his head bowed low. Dean's hand shot up and grabbed his wrist, making the man's eyes snap up at Dean's. They stared at each other for a moment before Dean reluctantly let go. "Sorry, I..." He said and trailed off.

Maybe he didn't have a good plan after all. He was an adult, maybe it would be best to be honest? But how could he do that? How could he just tell the guy he felt attracted to him, something he never felt for a guy, not as strongly. He had no idea how the guy would react, for all Dean knew, he could get punched in the face for pulling any shit on him.

Too preoccupied with his own thoughts, he missed the moment when Mike got up, only catching the sight of him as he excited the bedroom with an empty bowl in his hand. Dean could see him when he checked on the fire, adding three more logs then going back to the kitchen. When he came back, he brought a bottle of water and offered it to Dean.

Dean took the bottle with a silent "Thanks.", then stared at it for a long time, thinking. He spent his entire life taking care of someone else, and it felt so weird, but yet so good to have someone take care of him for a change. Still, as good as it was, it felt... Uncomfortable. Dean wished there was a way he could repay the man for all his kindness.

Mike brought more VHS tapes to him, offering Dean to choose if he wanted to watch more, but Dean felt too tired to focus on any of those. In fact, Mike seemed rather tired himself, so Dean just shook his head. "Nah, I am too sleepy, my eyes are closing. I think I'll hit the hay."

He was just about to tell Mike he could watch if he wanted to, that Dean didn't mind, but the man nodded, letting out a sound of agreement and put the tapes back. He motioned for the bathroom and Dean shook his head, glad he didn't have to go, so Mike went on ahead. Dean heard the water running, but Mike was back too soon to have been a shower. When he came back, he turned off the big lights, leaving only one small lamp and sunk down on his recliner chair.

Dean had already shifted down the bed, so grateful for that magical creme and the fact that he only felt mild discomfort and watched the guy settle down, taking a thin blanket. The guy shifted a few times, trying to find a comfortable position, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders.

"That chair seems pretty uncomfortable." Dean stated, drawing Mike's attention to him. "You know, I know it might be weird, but there is no need to try and sleep on that when there is plenty of room here. I shared a bed with fellow hunters before, mostly my fart of a brother, and as long as you stay on your side, and I stay on my side, I can't see a problem with that."

Mike watched him for a moment, reluctant and uncertain, his lips parting as if he was about to say something, then closing like he changed his mind. And yeah, maybe Dean would like to get closer to the guy and all, but mostly he just wanted to repay him for all his troubles.

"If, you don't want to do it for you, then do it for me." Dean said and could see the man suck in a breath at that, his expression changing.

"You... You have saved me and you are practically waiting on me hand and foot and I can't do much to show how much I appreciate that. But I can at least offer this, offer you to get some proper rest in a proper bed. So please. Accept. As a Thank You."

Mike stared at him for a moment, the silence stretching long between them, until he let out a deep breath and got of his chair. Dean immediately scooted over to the right edge of the bed, as much as he could, his right (broken) leg out of harm's way, his smile wide and directed at Mike. The man carefully climbed on and laid beside him, like Dean, on his back, stiff and reserved as he stared at the ceiling for a moment.

When he turned his head towards Dean, and Dean smiled at him, Mike finally relaxed and smiled back. The bed being so comfy and with the guy not having a proper rest for a few nights, he dozed off quite quickly, while Dean stayed up, watching him and feeling good for the first time in a while.