Sense of A Spark

I groaned softly as I woke up, streaching out against Dean. A smile crossed my face as I turned over and nuzzled against him, laying my leg across his waist as I buried my head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

If this is a dream, please don't let me wake up, I thought to myself. I was broken away from my thoughts when Dean moved beneath me, his arm wrapping itself around my waist, earning a smile from me.

"Good morning," I whispered softly, my green eyes gazing happily at him. Dean's eyes opened groggily, a smile crossing his face as his hold on me tightened. I couldn't help but smile more, snuggling closer to him.

"Good morning," he said softly, tightening his hold on me, smiling as he kissed me good morning before pulling away. Pushing some hair out of my face, I leaned into his touch, gazing at him lovingly before sitting up and climbing off of him.

I straddled him for a minute, kissing him deeply before crawling off and standing up, streaching out my body before padding my way down the hall to the bathroom.

I grabbed my bag and took it into the bathroom with me, leaving the door cracked as I started the hot water and stripped down, closing the door, and stepping inside, letting the water run down my body.

As I stood in the shower, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to finally be out of my parents house. I know I hadn't gotten an answer from Dean.

My thoughts ran away with me. I became so lost in thought, I didn't see or hear the bathroom door open all the way.