"Well, first I had the best five hours of sleep I've had in weeks." Dean finished unfastening the jeans and started tugging them down over Nathaniel's hips and legs. "Then I got up to raid your fridge again and lament the fact that I can't cook."

As the jeans slipped down, Dean bent to kiss at the newly exposed skin along his legs. "Mostly, I just killed time until you came back."