Both of you were laying against the headboard, shoulders touching, as you watched a movie on your laptop when Sam walked into the room. It was funny, the way he barely opened the door, peaking one eye through the crack, checking to make sure the coast was clear before he came in, a big pizza box in his hand.

"Sam, I promise we're decent." You told him, which made Dean chuckle.

"I wouldn't say that." Dean teased, his hand resting on top of your thigh. Shaking his head, Sam placed the pizza on the table, as you slid off the bed, your stomach rumbling. 

"So, things are good?" Sam asked, watching you carefully. Nodding, you glanced back at Dean, catching him staring at your butt. Raising an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged at you, not ashamed, before heading over to the fridge, grabbing beers for everyone.

"I think so." You answered, hoping it was true. It would take a while to know for sure, since you and Dean had done nothing but butt heads since day one. But you couldn't wait to take the chance.

Sitting down at the table, you grabbed a slice of the pizza just as Dean handed you a beer. "So Dean, how did that siren get the jump on you anyways?" You asked him, before shoving a bite into your mouth.

As he sat down next to you, he shrugged. "I seriously have no idea. I was trying to get some information from her, and she was being pretty suggestive. I tried ignoring it."

"Didn't she offer you a soda?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded. "That's probably how she poisoned you. Because you never seemed to fall for her flirting."

Dean looked at you, puffing out his chest slightly as if saying, see I never looked at any woman but you.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I was just curious." You told him. Yawning, you set down the crust of the pizza, ready to fall asleep. "I think I'm going to call it a night."

Grabbing your bag, you went into the bathroom, changing into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. When you came back out, the table was cleaned off, and Sam was already lounging in his bed, a book in his hand. Dean was standing there, looking down at the only other bed, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Do you want me to take the couch?" You asked him, wondering what was going through that mind of his. Here the two of you had just talked things out, agreeing to try a relationship, and it almost looked like he didn't even want to sleep in the same bed as you.

"No! It's not that. I just... I. Never mind." He told you, heading into the bathroom. Pulling the covers back, you slid in, hiding another yawn.

It didn't take long for Dean to come back from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and his undershirt. Watching as his muscles bunched as he moved, you couldn't believe how handsome he truly was. Turning the light off, he slid in next to you. Awkwardly, the two of you laid there, neither one touching the other, not knowing what to do, or how to make the first move. 

"Y/N, earlier, I was remembering the last time we shared a bed. That hunt, in Colorado, after we kissed. When you fell asleep in my arms. It was the best night of sleep I had had in a while, and it felt right having you in my arms."

Rolling over to your side, you placed your hand on his chest. "I loved it too. Being held in your arms, I slept better than I have since I became a hunter. No nightmares."

Holding his arm up, he let you settle against him, his arms coming down to rest over yours. "I'm sorry it took me so long to stop being an ass."

"Dean, you weren't an ass. I understand why you acted that way. You've lost so much, it's surprised how much you still open your heart to people." You told him, surprising him.

"I don't." He argued, but you pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him.

"You do, you just don't see it. I mean Sam's different, he's your brother. But Cas, Jody, even Donna. You care for them."

"Not as much as I care for you." He told you, before you laid your head against his chest, letting the motion of his hand lull you to sleep.

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Waking up that morning was wonderful. You were warm and comfortable, Dean's arm still wrapped tightly around you. Stretching, you opened your eyes, seeing Sam sitting at the table, his laptop already up and running.

"Morning sleepyhead." He whispered, and you glanced up to see Dean was still sound asleep, a smile on his face. "He never sleeps this late." Sam told you, smiling at you. 

Moving to slide out from under Dean's arms, you stopped when he groaned low in his throat, his arm tightening on you. Turning to look at Sam, he just shrugged before shutting his laptop. Grabbing his coat, he slipped out of the room, leaving you and Dean alone. With Sam gone, and no pending cases, you rested your head against Dean's chest, thinking a little more sleep wouldn't be a bad thing. Especially since it would be in Dean's arms. 

"Is he gone?" Dean asked groggily, his green eyes blinking as he slowly woke up. 

"Yeah he is." You answered, just as Dean's hand grasped your chin, tilting your head up until your lips connected with his.

"Good, I've been wanting to do that for a while." He told you as you stretched out on top of him. 

"I have a feeling he will be gone for a while." You hinted at Dean, who was busy moving his hands up and down your sides, sending shivers running through your body.

"Hmm." He teased. "I wonder what we could do to pass the time." 

"I think I have an idea." You told him, nibbling on your lip before you captured his lips in your own.