★ You follow him everywhere around the bunker without even realizing you’re doing it– you just want to be with him, let them sue you! Dean teases you constantly about it: "Sweetheart, y'know this ain't a two-person job, right? M’ literally just getting us coffee" Despite his teasing, the one day you don't follow him and he's immediately suspicious, peeking his head into your room with a quiet: "...You okay?"
★ Whenever y’all have a movie night in his mancave (turned couple cave) you always end up squished into him, ignoring all the extra space. Dean’s gotten used to it by now, subconsciously opening his arms up for you to join him.
★ If he’s down in the garage, working on Baby– it doesn’t take more than a couple minutes for you to appear. "You supervising me now?" The bench will have to share its space for tools with you, because you better know you’re sitting right there. "No, just wanna be with you" Dean is trying very hard not to grin after hearing that. He honestly enjoys the company– he doesn’t really get the chance to talk cars ever since Bobby passed, so having you there asking questions and listening to him ramble on makes his chest swell with love.
★ You have a habit of hugging him from behind while he's cooking. At first he almost jumps out of his skin because hunters don't exactly expect surprise attacks in the safety of their kitchen. "Jesus, sweetheart" Eventually though, he starts expecting it– sometimes he'll even linger a little longer at the counter because he knows you'll appear eventually, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his back. "Y'know, I can't make burgers one-handed" You still won’t budge, simply mumbling against his back."Good thing you've got two, then"
★ Research nights somehow become cuddle nights. You always start off sitting across from him with your own laptop and a stack of books, but little by little you migrate closer until your legs are thrown over his lap and his warm hand is resting on your thigh. Dean doesn't even react anymore, simply adjusting his grip on the book to be able to flip the pages without having to take his hand off you.
★ You're the type to randomly walk into whatever room he's in and simply exist there without needing his attention– you'll be reading while he's cleaning his guns, playing on your phone while he's working on lore, napping while he watches his old westerns. It's not even about talking all the time, you just genuinely enjoy being around him. (Dean secretly melts over that, he used to feel alone all the time and now he is never alone) Sam says it's actually a pretty valid form of social interaction, something about ‘parallel play’ or whatever.
★ Most of the time? You’re touching one way or another– whether it’s your legs pressed together under the table, your head resting against his chest or simply intertwining hands while reading. Sleeping is when it gets real obvious, you’ll practically smother him– he’s a human heater so that’s always a plus. It’s gotten to a point that if for whatever reason you’ve rolled away in your sleep and Dean wakes up, he’s already pulling you back into his body mumbling to himself before falling back asleep.
