*Cassie's POV*
Dean and I just..."cuddled", I think it is. It was the night of his return. We'd both striped down to our pants(Pants=underwears), and cradeled eachother. The covers atop us and the bed bellow felt like clouds. My head, tucked under his chin, legs tangled with his, I felt calm, I felt content, I could stay here forever.
(Too bad he won't)
