[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

The sun peeked into the window, assaulting Dean's face with its brightness.  He squinted, trying to stay asleep, despite his retinas burning behind his eyelids.  He was so comfortable, and his head was already pounding.

Dean opened his eyes with some effort, blinking away the sleep from them as he woke up.  He raised a hand to his forehead, realizing one arm was pinned down and that he had gone back for a few extra drinks between his overexcited ‘relaxation time’ with Esme pretty much all over the bar, judging by the slightly drunk feeling he still suffered.

He was determined, throughout the night, and had been vocal about not going back to Sam, at that time.  He needed a break, from the angels, the demons, his brother, and everything that came with being a Winchester.  It was a break that he didn’t have time to take, but he had to, or he would go insane.

He smirked, remembering that the bartender cut him off out of pure annoyance, and he had come to get this room, with Esme, who he assumed…

Glancing down at his chest, he smirked seeing her blonde hair and realizing she was the weight against his right arm.  Despite the massive hangover, he would likely be nursing all day, he felt well-rested for the first time in a long time.  Really, for the first time since he had come back from Hell.  He snuggled her closer to his bare chest and sighed, closing his eyes and just existing for a moment.

But as if his mind had it out for him, the situations surrounding him popped into his head, causing his eyes to pop open.  He brought the hand that had been resting on Esme’s shoulder up to stroke her hair, not really wanting to wake her up, but knowing they needed to check in on Sam.