When they woke up to the rising sun, they were cuddled up together, Colt’s head on Dean’s shoulder. Dean thought to himself how he could totally get used to this. He loved the feel of waking up with Colt in his arms.
Colt stirred and jarred Dean out of his daydreaming. Dean smiled. Colt’s hair stuck up on all ends, and a light beard had formed in the last two days. It made him look even more rugged and sexy.
“Morning.” Colt groaned as he adjusted his leg. The medication must have worn off.
Dean got up, hoping not to jar Colt’s leg even more, and grabbed a bottle of water and the pain meds. He made Colt some toast to take with the meds. “If your stomach still feels good later, I’ll make us some steak and eggs.”
Coop and Dog, or Buddy as Coop taught him to answer to, came running in to c
