The night before seemed like a dream, too good to be true. You slowly attempt to roll over in the warm bed, but are stopped by the arm that's flung over your body. Your eyes shoot open to a familiar face.
You can't be serious, the thought of disbelief danced in the front of your mind.
That was when he woke up. He blinked his eyes a few times sleepily, before he examined your face.
"Hi," you said to him quietly, a small blush forming on your cheeks.
"Morning," he replied with a slight smirk. He moved his hand to rest on your bare waist.
You heard the sound of Sam moving around the bunker, walking past the room.
Dean Winchester's green eyes stared into yours, you both stayed like that until you heard his brother's heavy footsteps fade down the hall.
Sorry this one is so short, it's just a quick one that I wrote a while ago.