Denim
Warnings: Suggestive comment, minimal swearing
Dean's POV
Trying to suppress the yawn that I desperately wanted to indulge in, I took a mouthful of room-temperature coffee. I winced as it went down my throat, feeling slimy and unrefreshing. Rubbing at my exhausted eyes, I turned back to the book in front of me.
Let me tell you, as much as I enjoy alone time with Hana, doing research for Sam without a laptop was drop dead boring. My considerate asshole of a brother decided to go on a solo hunt in Massachusetts to give me and Hana time alone together. Except he ruined his own plan by asking us to do a hell of a lot of research. The problem? We didn't have a laptop. And so we had to hit the books. I'd told Hana that I would rather shoot them. She hadn't been amused.
As Hana swirled through my mind, a smile edged its way onto my face. We can be done for tonight. At least, with the research. I stopped my thoughts right there. She's probably too tired. She probably just wanted to go to sleep. She probably had no interest in rocking the bed… Right?
I looked up, my mouth opening to speak, and then forming into a goofy smile as I caught sight of her.
Hana was slumped over in her seat, using the open lore book as a pillow. Her legs were tucked under her on the chair. Her hair was spread over the table. And she was fast asleep, her breathing soft and even.
Forcing the more mischievous thoughts out of my head, I stood and walked around the table. I wrapped my fingers around the cup of hot chocolate loosely hanging in her hand and eased it gently away. She frowned a bit, making me pause, but then sighed and relaxed again. I let out a tiny puff of relief. Hana deserved this kind of sleep. Our sleep was usually restless and plagued by nightmares, but she seemed peaceful this time.
Crouching beside her form, I slipped my arms around her and lifted, settling her into my arms. Immediately, Hana was burrowing into my chest. "I've gotcha, princess," I murmured into her hair. "Go back to sleep."
With a barely perceptible nod, she drifted off again.
I tried to keep my footsteps light and my breathing steady as I slowly carried Hana to our room. To my shock, she didn't even stir as I lowered her to the mattress and tucked the blanket around her.
I considered going back to research, but Hana's whine stopped me. "Don't leave me." Smiling, I toed off my boots and crawled into bed next to her. My arms encircled her almost instinctively, pulling her into my chest.
We lay there for a while, me thinking and her sleeping, before she turned and huffed. "Dean, take off your pants. The denim is scratchy," she complained. Snorting at her blunt request, I wrestled off my jeans and threw them out of the covers. They landed with a plop on the floor.
Hana immediately wrapped herself around me, burying her face into my collarbone and sighing contentedly. I chuckled. "Better?"
I could feel her smile as she tugged me closer. "Definitely."