[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean smirked, deciding to close his eyes for a few more minutes and enjoy his situation.  He snuggled back up to Esme, tangling his legs up with hers as he felt her nose against his jaw, causing his heart to flutter again in familiarity, “Mm.  Keep doing that and I might never get out of bed…”

He gave a quiet laugh tilting his head to the side to brush her nose with his, before planting a tiny kiss on her lips.  His mind played over them getting back to the room, nearly breaking down the door because he was drunk off his ass and couldn’t find the keyhole.  Luckily, Esme had managed to open it for him, before he destroyed the doorframe.  And how did he thank her?  By helping her out of her pants.

Dean laughed at the thought, leaving his face close to hers as his phone buzzed on the table.  He ignored the first text, brushing his fingers down her jaw, “I don’t think Sam’s going to let us be alone much longer.  He’s probably pissed, but…if he wants me, he can come to find me.”

He scoffed against her lips with a wide smile.