Author's Notes:

A reader found this story and made a few comments that made me smile and made me want to write. So, thanks to AceTheEnby96, here is another chapter for you all. Enjoy.

The day started off beautifully. Just like yesterday, Dean got to wake up arms full of this wonderous man who looked at him as if Dean hung the moon. Cheesy, I know, but that was how Dean felt. Filled with tooth rotting, rom-com, chick flick fluffy romance, and he didn't even care.

Once again, he was rewarded with blushing smiles and ginger touches and they felt so good, so healing, Dean never knew he could feel this way.

He got to share another amazing shower with this strong and yet insecure man, got to have his hands on him, caressing, washing, dressing. He got to feel his soft lips brush against his, shyly each time Mike initiated a kiss, and so eager when it was Dean that leaned in first.

Since they woke early, Mike made them eggs and bacon, and Dean just felt so overwhelmed and touched when the man gave up on his portion of bacon and gave it to Dean.

Alas, the Winchester luck was such that all good things must come to an end. That's about how Dean felt when he tried to get up by himself and the chair slipped as he was leaning against it, making him stumble and hit his hurt leg on the table. He cried out, and Mike was right there in an instant, catching him before he fell, worry written all over his face.

Guided by the man, Dean limped to the bed and cursed himself a few times, frustrated with his injury and his uselessness. He just knew Mike wouldn't let him out of the bed all day, and he wouldn't be around the man as much as he would like to. He ended up spending most of the morning trying to catch a glimpse of Mike as the man fussed around in the kitchen and brought in the fire wood, took care of whatever there was to take care of, like he did every day.

There was a wide smile on Dean's face when finally,finallyMike came over, a tray filled with sandwiches in hand. Not that Dean wasn't hungry, but it was that warm smile and that kind look in those soft green eyes that just... Took his breath away.

They ate the ham sandwiches Mike made from leftovers, both very much unable to tear their eyes off one another, and once they were done, Mike just set the trays to the side, crawled up in bed next to Dean and kissed him stupid.

Dean had no idea when their kissing session became a nap, how he could go from melting from the kisses to snuggling next to the man and falling asleep, but he did. And was startled awake by Mike's sudden flinch. Dean's eyes snapped up, Mike's warm hand pressing down on his chest, keeping him in place as Mike's eyes stared out of the window, chilling silence filling the room. Mike turned and pressed his finger against his lips, telling Dean to be quiet without actually shushing him and slowly got out of the bed, crouching next to it.

He reached under the bed blindly, his eyes still observing his surroundings and pulled out a gun. He cocked it, flipped the safety off and handed it to Dean then got up on his feet. Dean wanted to protest, but Mike moved to the bedroom door, blindly reached for a picture on the wall next to it, opened the frame and pulled out another gun. Dean would have been amazed if it wasn't for a possible immanent threat lurking outside.

Dean tried to move, but Mike held his hand up to make him stop, then pointed to the ground with his forefinger, telling Dean to stay put. Dean let out a displeased grunt and Mike's eyes snapped at him, glaring him down into submission, Dean didn't know if he was more shocked or aroused by it.

The second Mike stepped out of the bedroom and out of the cabin, something in Dean's chest tightened, he was suddenly consumed by a feeling he did not like. He hated being helpless and hated letting anyone he cared about go into something without backup.

The bad feeling grew the longer things remained quiet, but then suddenly there was shouting and some commotion and Dean was sure that wasn't Mike. Dean's heart rate skyrocketed and as the panic started to consume him, he thoughtScrew this!and started the painful process of getting out of bed. But then silence befell and the room echoed with nothing but Dean's rapid breaths and it was worse. A million NOs filled his mind and he started moving frantically to get up.

The front door creaked open and Dean froze for a millisecond before taking the gun in a firm grip and pointing it at the bedroom door. For the first time in his life, his hands shook as he held it aimed and held his breath as the footsteps echoed in the dead silence.

Dean's heart skipped a beat when Mike came into view, hands raised leveling his shoulders, and expression closed off, unreadable, eyes flickering to meet Dean's gaze. The hunter took a breath of air, preparing himself for the threat as their gun came into view next. All he had to do was breath out and squeeze the trigger. Simple as that.

"Dean?" A voice sounded before a big heap of hair came into the view and Dean quickly snapped the gun up, so that if it did fire, it would shoot in the ceiling and not his brother.

"Jesus, fuck, Sam! I nearly shot you!"