Dean tilted his head to the side as if he was thinking, and then he shrugged, “I’ll work on dad.  Don’t worry.  His problem with you is more with my inability to work when you’re around.  You’re capable of taking care of yourself, now.”

He kissed her deeply, fighting to keep his hand from tightening around her hip, and starting things all over again, like they were known to do.  If they didn’t get up soon, they would likely be run out.  So, putting his dirtier thoughts on pause, he carefully pulled away from the kiss and pecked her lips, “But for now, we need to put a pause on this, and get dressed.  I don’t want to, but I don’t want to tempt whatever timer they have us on.”

Dean frowned and brushed a bit of hair from her cheek with his hand, leaning in to place one final kiss against her lips before tearing himself from her.  He rolled off the bed and stood up, stretching his sore muscles, raising his arms high above his head with a groan.  He stepped back from the bed and walked over to his clothes that were scattered around the end of the bed, gathering them as he started getting redressed.

“I’m kinda ready to get back to our own bed anyway.”, he teased, shooting a toothy grin over to her.