Dean Winchester imagines

Waking up.

6:00am. That was the time that was on the alarm clock. Six hours sleep, woah that was pretty good for a hunter.
Rolling over you cuddled more into your boyfriend, Dean Winchester. His slight snoring made you smile, everything was so perfect. Dean was back from hell, you were reunited with your good friend Sam Winchester and you couldn't be any happier. Those past 4 months felt like 40 years, well it literally was 40 years for Dean.
Sighing slightly at the memory of Dean being ripped open by those hellhounds and sent down to hell, dying in your arms.
You wrapped your arms around him more and nuzzled your face into his chest, glad that he was back, and with you.
Dean woke up and pulled you closer by the waist, "morning gorgeous.." He says, his morning voice raspy. It was pretty hot.
"G'morning Dean," you say, your cheeks tinting pink due to his pet names for you.
"You sleep well?" He asks you and you give him a nod. Last night, well uh let's just say it tired the both of you.
"Good, do you think sammy heard us?" He smirks.
Slapping his arm slightly you sigh, "Dean Winchester, is that all you ever think about?" You say earning a chuckle from Dean.
"Maybe," he says biting at your lower ear lobe slightly, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. Woah, such a turn on.
You felt him kissing your neck, probably leaving bruises you'll have to explain for later. "Dean.." You mumble into his hair as he nipped at your neck softly. His hands firm on your waist.
You soon heard your door open, "guys! You could've said you wanted some privacy! Oh god..." Sam says walking back out quickly. Why Sam? Why did you have to come ruin it.
Sighing, you look back up at dean. "Round two?" He asks and you nod eagerly.