I was doing research all day, stumped at the boy's most recent hunt. It was getting late, and I started to yawn. The boys were out getting food while I was stuck at home, at the bunker. I finally gave up, put some boxers and a tank top and sauntered off to my room. I was so tired that I couldn't even tell that I accidentally went into Dean's room, thudded down into his bed and fell asleep, completely and utterly exhausted.
Sam and Dean got back about an hour and a half later. Dean realized I wasn't in my room, so he called out my name.
"Liv?" He called.
"Where are you?" He ran into his room, a bit panicked, but smiled with relief when he saw me fast asleep in his blankets, smiling.
"Hey, sleepyhead." He said, waking me out of my slumber.
"Dean? How did I... When did I..." But I was soon cut off when Dean leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"You need some shut-eye. Come on, I'll carry you to your room." He said.
"Ok," I said with a smile on my face. Dean quickly gave up on that idea, saying I was too cute just sleeping there, so he climbed into bed, pulled the covers over the two of us, and said:
"See you in the morning sleepy head." And that was the last thing I heard that day before drifting off to sleep.
