Title:Carly Richelle Winchester

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Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

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The next morning, Carly woke up flush up against her boyfriend.

After they had changed into some night clothes, Carly got in bed and pulled the covers over herself.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Dean said, opening the door with his bandaged paws.

"What? Where are you going," she asked, sitting up.

"I'll crash on the couch."

"Get in this bed, Dean Winchester." Carly pulled the covers up for him. He was sleeping next to her tonight if he liked it or not.

"Car, not tonight. You're-"

"Now." It was a threat and he knew it.

Climbing in next to her, he tried to stay a good distance away. But as soon as he lay down, covers on him, and she turned the light off, her body was fitting perfectly next to his.

Dean's arm was dug under his pillow while his other one held her waist next to his. Her head fit just under his chin and, for some reason, her hands were finding warmth under his night shirt and against his abs.

God, she missed this.

She loved when she'd get cold and Dean – sleeping, thus he couldn't consciously know what he was doing – would roll closer to her, covering her body with his. Or when she'd be lying there just thinking and she could feel his breath on her skin. It gave her Goosebumps. And then there was the times when she was pregnant and she'd fall asleep early. She'd wake up before him and she'd find his head on her stomach; arms holding onto her torso; body curled into a comfortable position. Her personal favorite, however, was when Dean would want to hold her and he'd pull her over him – his best attempt at holding her like child – so that she'd end up torso covering his, legs half over him, arms close to his neck.

"Hey," he whispered, voice gruff from just waking up.

Carly moved for the first time that morning, separating herself from him. "Morning." She smiled and he smiled.

Finding himself in a slightly awkward situation, Dean tried to untangle their bodies so he could get out of the bed.

"Don't," she whispered, realizing what he was trying to do.

Their eyes met and he knew that everything was okay.

That everything would be okay.