Q is for Quintessential
A/N: quintessential [kwin-tuh-sen-shuhl], adj. - Most typically representative of quality, state, etc.; perfect.
Cougar lay awake in bed, turned on his side, looking down at Jensen, who was asleep beside him. When he wasn't awake and his mouth wasn't motoring away, the tech guy was actually rather cute. He always curled up in a sort of ball when he slept, and his hair became even more awry than it was when he was awake and had it spiked two inches off his head. He didn't have the endearing nerd quality his round glasses gave him, that was for sure, but to Cougar, when he was like this – even if he drooled all over his pillow sometimes – he was perfect.
One of Jensen's blue eyes opened half way, meeting Cougar's. He yawned widely and reached up to rub his eye. "Have you even slept yet?" he asked groggily.
"Nah," Cougar replied, "Can't get to sleep."
"Nightmares?" Jensen asked.
Cougar shook his head. "Not tonight."
"Then lay your Mexican ass down and stop starin' at me," Jensen said, "I can feel it in my sleep."
"You like my Mexican ass," Cougar replied, leaning down to peck Jensen's forehead lightly.
"And I will like it better when it's not staring at me so hard that it's waking me up at ass-o'clock in the mornin'." Jensen shot back, shoving his hand in Cougar's face lightly. "Sleep."
Cougar chuckled, brushing his hand away. "Right."
He settled down beside Jensen as the blonde went back to sleep. Perfect.