The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face, feeling the best you've felt in your life. You had your head on his chest and a leg over his, arm wrapped around his middle. Both of you had spent the rest of the evening and into the night talking.
Well, talking and kissing.
He told you stories about when him and Sam were younger, his face lighting up at the mention of his baby brother, and you both laughed at all the times they pranked each other, well into adulthood. His eyes sparkled as he talked to you and you were sitting next to him, legs in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder, with his hand on your knee and the other holding you close. Hours later, you both slid up the bed and just held each other. He told you how he wanted to tell you how he felt over this past month but didn't want to get you hurt. He saw everyone he got close to as someone that would be in danger and he couldn't let that happen to you. That's why he picked stupid fights and pushed you away. In all his hunting days, since he was a kid, he said he never had a tougher time than when you took a shower together which made you laugh. He said all he wanted to do was tell you how he felt and make love to you. You blushed at his confession and he chuckled at your reaction.
Eventually, you both ended up falling asleep.
You enjoyed the feeling of waking up next to someone you cared for and you didn't want it to end so you closed your eyes and breathed deeply. He must've sensed your slight movement because he took his hand off your back, and he laughed when you whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, to stroke your hair lightly until you looked up at him.
"Morning, beautiful." He greeted you with a smile in his raspy morning voice that sent shivers down your back.
"Morning, handsome." You greeted back with a smirk, leaning up to kiss him.
He instantly deepened it, putting his hand on the back of your head lightly. When you pulled away, bumping foreheads, you were both smiling like idiots. You scooted closer, if that was possible, and started playing with the scruff on his beard. He hummed contently and you started kissing his jaw, earning a moan from the hunter.
"Sam's gonna come in any second." He warned you as you reached his neck.
"Whyyyy?" You whined into his neck and he laughed, pulling your face back to his to kiss it as he spoke.
"It's almost eleven, he's gonna get suspicious." He kissed your cheeks, forehead, and nose between his sentence.
Your face scrunched up when he kissed your nose and you reluctantly moved away from him.
"That's because he's a robot who wakes at the crack of dawn," You told him and he laughed as you sat up, stretching, "Guess we don't want him to find you in here."
He suddenly moved to be behind you as you sat on the edge of the bed. He moved your hair to the side, so he had access to your neck. He placed kisses, making you hum in approval, then pulled your shirt down your shoulder to continue his torture.
"I'd like to tell them," He told you quietly, "If you're okay with that."
"Could be fun to sneak around," You thought out loud, but when you felt him frown against your neck you added, "But it'd be so much easier to be able to touch you whenever I want."
"Yes," He groaned, his breath and scruff tickling your neck, making you giggle, "I want that so bad." He practically whined and you turned to him.
"Me too." You breathed, and he slammed his lips into yours, giving you a kiss so passionate it told you everything he wanted to say. When you pulled back you put your hand to his cheek and told him, "But I'm starving and like you said, he's gonna walk in any minute."
