Dean awoke the next morning, forced back into the realm of the living by what little sunlight that managed to pierce through the cloud cover.
He rubbed his eyes and looked around him. His room was the same as it always was. More of a storage facility for tactical gear and rations than an actual living space.
But there was one difference today. Yuki's sleeping face was nuzzled tightly into his chest. Her tanned arms wrapped around his pale skin in stark contrast.
She was still fast asleep, and the moment he tried to pull away, she instinctively clung closer to him. Whispering something that caused him to smile.
"Dean… don't go…"
That was it, the simple desire to stay by his side, even if subconsciously, and the pouting expression she made in her sleep was enough to forced Dean to remain there. Laying as he petted her silky hair.
