Dean & Kaitlyn: Prompts & Stuff

By My Side.

Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP getting up and going to Person B's bed to cuddle. No matter where Person B lives or is at, they get out of bed and travel to snuggle with Person B.

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She had been tossing and turning in bed ever since she laid down.

Upon arriving back at the hotel alone late Monday night, Kaitlyn retreated to her room. Showering and getting into her pyjamas and climbed into bed.

Yet she didn't know that she would be missing the man she left not long ago at the arena by her side.

Sighing, Kaitlyn got out of the bed, throwing the covers off of her to land somewhere on the floor. Grabbing the hoodie off of the armchair - what was also his - she put it on, zipping it up halfway. The scent of him, his cologne mixed with a small hint of smoke filled her nose as she put the hood up, the ends of her hair sticking out.

Grabbing her card key she made her way out of the room, shutting the door quietly.

Kaitlyn made her way to the elevator, calling it to her floor. Stepping in, she made her way to his floor. The ride seemed like a lifetime, in reality it was around thirty seconds. The doors opened, Kaitlyn made her way down the hallway, stopping at his door.

Tapping lightly, trying not to disturb any other rooms, Kaitlyn waited playing with the sleeve of the hoodie. The sound of the door opening caused her to look up.

There he was.

Leaning against the doorframe, rubbing at his eye as he pulled a face at the harsh lightning coming from the hallway, bed hair currently in motion, and only boxer clad.

Dean blinked several times before his gaze set on the girl infront of him. "Kaitlyn.", he spoke in a questioning tone, voice raspy.

"I couldn't sleep.", she replied softly, biting on her lip.

Moving out the way to let her through, Kaitlyn stepped inside, Dean shutting the door behind her. As he turned around he was met with Kaitlyn wrapping her arms around him hugging him, catching the Shield member off guard. Dean looked down at her, who was currently resting her head on his chest, a lopsided smile on his lips as his arms rested awkwardly in the air until he brought them down to wrap around her clothe covered shoulders.

Pulling away, Kaitlyn looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry if I woke you.", she spoke. Dean waved dismissively as he shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

Reaching out, Dean's fingers gripped the zip pulling it down to open the hooded jacket before placing his hands on both of Kaitlyn's shoulders and slid the fabric down her arms, stripping her of it. Throwing it somewhere in the dimly lit room, curtesy of the bedside lamp, Dean took Kaitlyn's smaller hand in his and lead her to the bed.

Kaitlyn shifted back onto the bed, getting comfortable as she got under the sheets, Dean following.

Lying down, Dean coming to pull Kaitlyn back into his chest so her back was to him, he laid his arm out so Kaitlyn's neck was resting against it and draped it lazily over her chest as his other arm rested across her stomach. Placing her hand on his forearm, Kaitlyn rubbed it softly, a content sigh coming from Dean, causing a smile to form on Kaitlyn's lips as they both drifted off to sleep.

Finally, Kaitlyn was no longer missing her man by her side.