No Regrets

You woke up under the scratchy sheets of the motel bed with a huge throbbing pain in your head. The throbbing got worse when you realized the motel sheets were scratchy. You looked down at yourself and saw that you were without any sort of clothing. Oh god, what happened last night? you asked yourself. You buried your face back in your pillow when you heard a soft grunt and felt the bed shift next to you. Did I hook up with someone and forget to throw them out? you thought. It wouldn’t be unheard of for you. You rolled over to get some answers, when you were met by the gleaming emerald eyes of Dean Winchester. “Good morning,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Then he reopened them and bolted upright. “I’m naked and we’re in bed together,” he said.