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Rory leans out of the bed to grab one of Dean’s old t-shirts to use as a pajama. Dean’s eyes follow her movements, especially her ass’, as she leans further off the bed to reach the shirt she discarded earlier.
“Stop drooling over my ass Winchester.” Rory notes without looking back.
Dean chuckles. “How can I not when it’s so perfectly in my view.”
Rory finally manages to grab the shirt and pulls it over her head while settling back in her place next to Dean against the headboard.
Dean lets out a soft whine at the loss of the view, but Rory only rolls her eyes at him.
“You’ve just seen everything for at least an hour, don’t get all whiney now.”
Dean kisses Rory and the neck as he pulls her into his side. “You act all tough now, but not ten minutes ago you were screaming my name, if I remember correctly.” Dean replies huskily. Rory only humms in answer.
Dean gives her one last kiss on her cheek before grabbing his phone from his nightstand. It buzzed about a minute ago, when he was too busy staring at Rory’s ass.
Message from Mom
Rory senses the change in him and looks too.
“Still ignoring her?” She asks after Dean keeps looking at his screen. He looks at it for another second before laying it back on the nightstand. “How much longer are you going to stay mad?” Rory asks him, grabbing his hand.
Dean looks to her. “You’re not taking her side are you?” He asks, an offended tone to it.
“No, no.” Rory quickly amends and Dean looks back down again. “Of course not, it’s just-“
“There is no excuse for working with those asshats.” Dean’s eyes shine with anger. “They tortured you and Sam. Nothing will ever excuse that.” Rory kisses his bare shoulder for comfort and he finally looks back at her and he looks vunerable all of the sudden. “They- they hurt you.” He finally sighs.
Rory gives his hand a squeeze. “I know. Believe me, I don’t trust them either. I’m just saying, it’s your mother, who you finally have back after more than twenty years. I’d do almost anything for another moment with my mom.” Dean looks up at Rory, a little guilt in his eyes. “You don’t have to accept it or forgive her yet. Just don’t ignore her for too long. We don’t exactly have safe jobs. Who knows what might happen.”
Dean looks at her for a few more seconds before giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I hate that beautiful brain of yours sometimes,” he mutters.
Rory lets out an amused humm. “I know.” She gives him another kiss before laying down.
After another second, Dean puts out the light and joins her, pulling her body against his.