You blinked as the lights turned of overhead. You stretched slowly as you became more aware of your surroundings. You were sitting in business class of an airplane with a soft head on your shoulder. You looked over and were greeted with a sleeping Dean who had passed out on your shoulder the minute you had sat down in your seats. You smiled and his floppy hair out of his face. He stirred at your touch by didn't wake up. You withdrew your hand not wanting to wake him. Although Dean would never admit it, you knew all too well that these trips to America were hard on him. You remembered well from your college study abroad in Korea how hard it was on you being away from home and being away from everything familiar. Being away from the country you had grown up for and trading it for something alien. Havig to relearn everything from square one like a child. What was wrong, what was right, what was in between. Now that you had been living and working in Korea it was easier, but you always looked forward to what was first nature to you. You always looked forward to going home. 

Dean stirred again next to you and actually sat up lazily as he stretched and rolled his sore neck. "Good morning," he murmured in his sleep velvet voice as he smiled sleepily at you. You couldn't help but smile back as he leaned in to kiss you. He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger knuckle and you couldn't deny you loved it. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead as he pulled away but kept one hand securely around yours. "Are we almost there?" he asked cutely.

You nodded. "They haven't announced it yet, but I'm pretty sure we're almost there." 

He nodded and settled comfortably into the seat, his eyes never leaving your interlocking fingers. His thumb drew idle circles on the back of your hand and it was so calming you almost fell asleep again. 

Finally off the plane, you were in a car off to his one bedroom apartment that the two of you stayed in while he had to work here. It was close to midnight but you knew neither of you were tired. The car dropped you off and Dean's manager informed him he would be back to pick him up to take him to the office tomorrrow morning at 9. You and Dean shuffled into the small studio apartment and you let your bag drop off your shoulder as you just parked your suitcase next to the door too tired to put it anywhere else. You heard Dean shuffle around with his things behind you as you slipped off your sneakers. You slid off your jacket from your shoulders and threw it over the back of the couch. Before you could take a step into the apartment, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you back against a warm body. Dean pulled your hair over one shoulder so he could press his face to your bare neck. He inhaled deeply and you sighed as he just held you. After a minute you pulled away and took his hand. You tugged him towards the bathroom. 

"Shower with me," you whispered and that was all he needed to follow you anywhere. 

You woke up to the shift of the mattress as Dean got up. You sighed but didn't open your eyes. You felt soft, warm lips pillow against yours and you couldn't help but open your eyes to look at your beautful boyfriend. He smiled down at you as he pulled on a shirt. He turned to go out to the bedroom and to the kitchen but you caught his wrist. He laughed as he let you pull him back to lay next to you. You ran your hands up his forearms, under his short-sleeved shirt at you squeezed his biceps, pulling yourself closer to kiss him again. You knew Dean hated showing off his arms, but to you they were beautiful exposed skin that felt like electricity against yours. Dean let you kiss him for a few minutes before he pulled away. You smiled as he got up. "Go get 'em, tiger," you murmured. 

Dean smiled. "Have fun with you friends. I'll be home tonight," he replied. And with that he left. 

You shouldered that apartment door open and threw your keys and bag onto the small table next to the door. It had been a long day. With the combination of seeing some friends and family that lived in LA and jet lag you felt like your soul was half way outside of your body. Dean wasn't home yet and you couldn't even image what he was feeling. He had to work inside all day. You sighed as you went to change into comfier clothes, meaning a large t-shirt of Deans and some short gym shorts. You collapsed onto the couch and the TV willing yourself to stay awake. It was close to ten at night and you were determined to stay awake until Dean got home. You got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Just after you finished washing your face and brushing your teeth you heard the door open. You quickly dried your mouth and went to the doorway of the bedroom. You stood in the bedroom doorway as you watched Dean take off his shoes and drop his keys next to yours. 

He looked up and his eyes met yours. Exhaustion flashed in his eyes before they crinkled to smile softly at you. Your heart sped up as he held his arms open to you. You crossed the small space between the two of you and were immediately enveloped in his arms. His cheek pressed against yours as his body seemed to meld perfectly with you. Dean would never admit it to you, but he was on the verge of breaking. You could feel it. In his body language, in the air around him. He hugged you closer to his body in order to keep himself together. "I missed you," he whispered in Engish. 

"I missed you too," you replied in Korean. He let out a long breath as if just hearing his native tongue calmed him. He held you for a few minutes more before pulling away only to keep you in his arms so he could look down into your face. His eyes were glassy with fatigue and there were small bags forming under his eyes. You pulled away except for his hand. You pulled him towards the bedroom and you closed the door behind the two of you. Dean stood motionless in the middle of the room as you made your way back to him. You began to undo the buttons on his flannel he had on over his t-shirt. You pushed it off his shoulders and let if fall down his arms onto the floor. You reached up to take off his hat. 

"Y/N, I'm not really in the mood...." he whispered tiredly. 

As you took off his hat your brushed your fingers through his hair. "I know," you breathed against his lips. Even so your hands made their way to the belt of his jeans as you undid it and pushed off his favorite pair of ripped, black skinnies. You sat him on the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked completely confused and little uncomfortable before you pulled the bed comforter down, ushering him to slip in between the sheets. He did so happily. He sighed as you drew the covers up to his chest. You sat on the bed next to him and held one of his hands with both of yours. It didn't take long but soon he drifted off to sleep. When he did you turned off the lamp and settled into the sheets next to him. You too were soon off to dreamland. 

You woke the next morning. As your eyes blinked open you were met with two dark orbs gazing at you sleepily. You smiled even though you weren't fully awake. The two of you were laying on your sides facing one another and as Dean saw your eyes blink open he reached across the space between you and took your hand in his. 

"Did you sleep well?" you whispered. 

"Best sleep ever," he replied. He drew you closer and his arms found thier way around your waist. His fingertips snuck under your (or his) shirt and brushed against the bare skin there. "I think I'm in love with you," he whispered against your lips. 

You blinked back at him in shock. Sure the two of you professed your love for one another often, but not in that way. It seemed so much more intimate, so much more sincere. You smiled and kissed him again. "Well that's good," you murmured back, "because I'm in love with you too." 

He smiled. "Also, one more thing," he said smirking mischeviously. "I might be in the mood now." His legs tangled with yours as his hands moved lower on your body. 

"I might be too," you admitted as he swept you away under the sheets.