About halfway through the drive, you switched seats with Dean, letting him take over, and soon after that you had fallen asleep.
You blinked a few times, pulling yourself into consciousness to feel Dean carrying you.
"We made it?" You asked groggily and you felt the laugh in his chest before you heard it.
"Yeah, sweetheart, we're back."
"That's nice." You yawned, cuddling deeper into his grasp as he made his way down the hallway.
When he got to his room, he tried to set you on the bed, but you clung onto him.
"Don't you want to sleep?" He asked with a chuckle and you pouted with your eyes closed.
"No," You shook your head and then opened your eyes to see his green ones staring right back at you, "We need to shower. We've got blood, dirt, and who knows what else on us."
"We always do." He laughed, taking you back into a tighter grip and carrying you back down the hall to the showers, "Together? Or alone?" He asked the second part with hesitation.
"Always together." You hummed, playing with the scruff that was growing into a beard, "You keeping this for me?"
He smiled warmly and you knew the answer. He set you down and you both stripped, while the water heated up.
"You're beautiful." He breathed after you were both naked and he was holding onto your hips, staring into your eyes.
"So are you." You whispered back, leaning up to kiss him, and he met you halfway.
After both of you got into the shower, practically moaning as the water hit you both from above, he kept kissing your neck and you smiled at the feeling.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, but it was muffled into your neck.
"I know," You whispered back, and he looked at you with a softness you don't remember seeing on him, "Dean, I want to help."
"With what?" He wiggled his eyebrows, pressing himself closer so you would feel the hint.
"That," You nodded with a laugh, "And hunting."
"You want to hunt with us?" He asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"I see how it works," You drew circles on his bare chest as you spoke and he watched your face, "And maybe having someone on a hunt would make things easier."
"Me," He stated in a rough voice and you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "You're hunting with me."
"I doubt we'd leave the motel." You laughed and he nodded in agreement.
He got the shampoo and massaged it into your scalp, and you hummed in appreciation as your eyes flutter closed. When he was done, he put it up into a spike, making you both laugh. You did the same to him even though it wasn't long enough to make a spike and he had to lean down so you could reach. He peppered you with kisses as you let it rinse out. The rest of the shower took way longer because of everything in between actually bathing. But when you both got out, dried off, and changed into pajamas, you had smiles on your faces.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and he had an arm around you as you both made it back to his room. Crawling into bed, you sighed, and he kept you close.
Your face was buried in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and you never felt safer.
Sure, there was always going to be a risk when it came to this life, but if most nights were spent like this you would never complain.
