Dean raised his eyebrows high onto his forehead and smiled, surprised by her abandoned hospital suggestion, “Oh! Yeah…probably some beds and tables left over, and super echo-y.”

“You’re definitely…DEFINITELY alive.”, Dean whispered against her lips as she kissed him, his smile causing dimples, “And tonight was perfect.  We should do this more often, maybe minus the rust and the dust.  Having crazy wild, loud sex after a hunt is something I can get behind…every time.  I’m drunk, but you definitely sobered me up a bit…”

He kissed her once more and then furrowed his brow, remembering that Bobby was awake.  He looked up from her, looking out the dingy window and across the lot at the window, next to Bobby’s desk. The light was still on, and he had to assume that Bobby was still sitting at his desk.

“It’s going to be hard to sneak back in…”, he muttered with a scoff, “Whether we’re dressed or not.”

He laughed at the thought, and pushed a piece of wet hair away from her face, taking in how different she looked, soaked to the bone by rain, and filthy.  But in a way, it just made her more gorgeous to him.  Disgusting leather seats be damned, this was the most comfortable he had been in months.  He flexed his chest a bit, judging whether he was getting sore, now that the alcohol had worn off just a bit.

“How is your side?”