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"Hey, Ken! Wake up we need to find Sam." You say while lightly kicking the bottom of the hospital bed.
Dean's eyes open up and you can tell that he clearly isn't a fan of waking up and neither is he a fan of you referring to him as Ken the Barbie doll.
"Haven't you ever heard of beauty sleep Barbie?" Dean fires back.
"I hope you mean that you need more beauty sleep and not myself."
"Wouldn't you like to know sweetheart." Dean teases as he sits up in bed.
Your face turns into a frown as you move to push him back down onto the rickety bed, but he quickly grabs your wrists in the process and pulls you down with him.
Landing on top of him you start to protest in annoyance, but Dean ignores you by meeting his lips with yours. You pull your lips away cursing at him, yet this doesn't last long as you soon continue kissing him finding it harder and harder to resist.
"I hate to stop this fun and sexy lover's quarrel but...you were on the right track before. We really need to go find Sam." Dean admits and he gets up off the bed to put his shoes on.
"First, are you alright? Has the doctor came and given a report yet?" You ask him hastily.
"Just a broken rib that'll heal in no time."
"You still need to take it easy mister. Let the big girl take charge once in a while."
"Maybe one day." Dean says walking up to you and kissing your forehead.
Your only reply is a playful punch to the side of his left arm as you hop off the bed and follow him out of the hospital to start looking for Sam.
