As long as you like

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Dean laid on his back, covered only from the hips down in my blanket. I lay my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his torso. He planted a sweet kiss on my forehead and I raised my head to meet his eyes. A smile spread across his face. It was contagious.

"I want you to come see where I live" Dean stated, casually. "I've been to your apartment a few times and you've never seen where I live."

Why isn't he saying house or apartment? Why is he saying "where he lives"?

I brushed those thoughts aside, I knew Dean had a way of speaking to intentionally confuse me. But I liked it. "When?" I asked softly, feeling sleep wash over me. Dean curled his strong arms around me and covered me with the blanket.

"Don't worry about that right now, Little Girl. Let's go to sleep." He kissed my forehead again and I let myself fall into a delicious sleep.

When I woke up, Dean was still holding me. His eyes were still closed but the second he felt me shift to wake up, his head turned to me. "Good morning, lovely." He greeted with a smile.

I rubbed my eyes, not a morning person. "Mornin'." I mumbled as I brought the blanket over my head and laid my head back down on him. His chest bounced as he chuckled.

"So," he began. "Someone is NOT a morning person. Well, I would say that if it were still morning." My head sprang up at this.

"What time is it?" I asked, groggy. Dean held up his phone for me to see the time on the Lock Screen. 12:13 P.M. I rolled my eyes. "That is morning."

He laughed out loud and scooped me to lay directly on top of him. His body was warm and firm, but still his skin was soft and smelled like sandalwood. "Baby, this is when people have their lunch. This is not morning. You don't wanna get up?"

I could tell he wanted to get up. Who knows how long he was waiting for me to wake up. I do like my sleep, but I think I might like Dean more. Still, I shook my head. Suddenly, Dean supported me from my bottom, with my arms wrapped around his neck. He carried me with him to the living room, I didn't protest. He set me down on the couch.

"There." He said with a triumphant smile. "You got outta bed and didn't even have to use your legs." I smiled at him as he turned to make himself a cup of coffee. He was still naked and his back side was immaculate, I have to admit. I was still naked too. Usually being naked in front of anyone would make me super uncomfortable. But it feels...normal with Dean.

I laid on my side on the couch, tossing the throw blanket over myself. It's Sunday, so no work today. Thank God. If I had to answer a call today, I wouldn't have made employee of the month, that's for sure. I felt Deans warm hand gently shake my shoulder, drawing me away from my thoughts of work. I turned to see him handing me a mug with hot fresh coffee in it.

"Drink your coffee, get ready to go out. Nothing fancy. Just everyday clothes. We're goin' on a date today." He handed me my phone. "You always leave your phone away from your bed when you sleep?" Dean asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Ya know, Minnie teases me for the same thing. I just don't really have anyone trying to contact me other than you and Minnie. My mom calls every now and then, but not often enough for me to be attached to my phone all the time." I shrugged, taking a sip of coffee.

"Well, what if I try to call you and you can't find your phone? What if it's an emergency?" He teased further.

"If it's an emergency you'd be calling the police, not me." I handed him the mug and he took a sip, smirking after he swallowed. "Plus, what help would I be in an emergency. What's that you call me? "Little Girl"?"

Dean chuckled, placing the mug in the sink. "This coming from the woman who was gonna get herself kicked out of the bar for putting the smack down on some guy." He turned and leaned against the sink.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, him resting his arms over my shoulders. "This coming from the man that got between it before I could." He hugged me tight for a moment, then rubbed my back.

"Go get ready." He kissed my forehead. "It's gonna be a fun day." He followed me to my room where his clothes were still in a pile on the floor. I jumped in the shower and chose my outfit for the day. Not straying far from how I normally dress, a pair of ripped jeans and a simple black top with cap sleeves. I decided to throw on just a little makeup; concealer, mascara and blush. I brushed my hair and did one last check to make sure I looked okay. Entering my bedroom from the attached bathroom, I was gathering the things I'd need for the day; ChapStick, keys, money, ID, phone charger, and a hair tie. Throwing all of the things I'd collected into my hand bag, i turned to find Dean sitting on the bed, bent over tying his shoes. Finding my own shoes, a pair of all black vans, I decided to follow suit.

Dean gathered his keys wallet and phone, shoving them into the pockets of his jeans. He gave me a light pat on the butt as we left the room. As we headed down the hall toward the door leading to the parking lot, Dean grabbed my hand and laced our fingers. My heart skipped a beat.

When we got to his car, he opened the door for me and closed it after me. We drove for about twenty minutes. Dean took turns and glided down roads I was unfamiliar with. The neighborhoods began to look a bit more elegant. Expensive, if I'm being honest. Dean pulled into the driveway of a house that looked like it was meant for a family. A porch wrapped around the entire house and there were stones lining the grass patch to the door. Is this where he lives? By himself?

I looked at Dean as he turned off the engine. He shot me a knowing smile as he opened his door and let himself out. He opened my door and took my hand as he helped me out of the car.

"I was really close with my Grandfather." Dean explained as he laced his fingers around mine, leading us up to the house. "When he died, he left my dad this house. I grew up here. And when my dad died, I got it." He unlocked the front door and swept it open. It was lovely. Hard wood floors covered with rugs of all different colors. Portraits of creeks, mountains and horses lined the walls. A wooden rocking chair rested in the corner of the living room with a throw blanket lazing on the arm.

Dean guided me inside. The further I went into the house, the more beautiful it was. A large bathroom with a stand in shower big enough for three people was just around the corner from the living room. A staircase lined with beautiful wood I could only assume was hand carved was to the left of the kitchen, just opposite of the living room.

The kitchen was decorated with what I could only call a "Grandmothers Kitchen" motif. My first impression was that Dean and his family hadn't changed anything in the house as long as they've lived here. I stood in the kitchen amazed. I glanced up from the cook book I was skimming to find Dean leaned against the door frame of the kitchen.

I offered him a smile. He held his hand out for me to take. "Come upstairs with me. I wanna show you something." I took his hand and followed him up the large stairwell.