With work on Serenity, work at the tavern, and general repairs around the ship, Kaylee's own schedule wasn't much better. When she got around to it, sleep came quickly, and most of the time she found herself in a nice deep, dreamless sleep. It was enough to get her up the next shift, feeling refreshed and ready to take on whatever she needed to.

This particular waking up felt wrong, however. Her bunk didn't feel right, nor did her body, and it took some rolling to figure out why.

She knew this bed. She knew the room. But why--and how--was she in the Winchester's house, and, more specifically, how exactly had she gotten to Dean's bed...

"Dean?" Her voice sounded wrong. Kaylee put a hand up to her throat to rub it, and--

Oh God.

"Dean."