Dean hoped he wasn't hurrying back too soon, but it had been weeks and pretty much all of his downtime had been spent thinking about Nathaniel. And, yeah, all the things he wanted to do with him.

"I think we had a list, didn't we?" He countered, chuckling softly. There was a knock on the door and Dean remembered his pizza. Well, crap. Now he had to get out of bed.

"Hang on a sec, okay?" He got up and carried his wallet over to answer the door and pay. A minute or two later, he brought the phone back to his ear. "Sorry. My late dinner just arrived."