You sat up in the middle of the night. Moving your (eye colour) gaze to the clock you sighed. 3:00 am. Why did you always have too get strange cravings this early in he he morning? You were currently two months pregnant and it was already driving you nuts.
You got up and strange times to either eat or use the washroom. Every time you did this, you tried not to wake your husband because he was either real tired from a hunt, injured from a hunt, or you just didn't want to wake him up because he looked to peaceful.
This was not one of those nights. You laid back and groaned, hoping to at least rose him a bit. When Dean didn't make a move to wake, you started to prod his cheek soul your pointer. Still nothing. Grumbling lightly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes you leant down to his ear.
"Dean." You whispered. "Dean, wake up."
Slowly he opened one of his beautiful emerald eyes and looked to you. His gaze clouded with sleep and exhaustion. You smiled lightly and innocently.
"What is it, (Name)?" He asked, with a yawn. "What time is it?"
"It's 3:00 am and I'm hungry." You declared.
"Then go make something." He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting a hand on your stomach. You placed your hand over his.
You sighed and turned to him. "But I want you to make me something, please babe?"
"What do you want?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.
"A sandwich or something easy like that, please baby?" You smiled and kissed his forehead. "I love you."
"I know." He murmured and pressed his lips to yours. "That's why I'm going to get my lovely lady something to eat, but I'm not making anything extreme and if Sammy wakes, I'm blaming you baby."
You grinned. "You have every right to."
He got up out of bed and you followed, intertwining your fingers with his. Dean leant over and kissed your temple and you smiled and retaliated with a soft kiss on his lips. You two went out, snuck by Sam's room and into the kitchen.
"Remember, don't wake Sammy." Dean said, a small smile on his lips.
"Don't worry." You spoke, murmuring it against his lips. "I wont. Now, about that sandwich."
