You knew that disagreeing with Dean was something that would inevitably happen. Even though you're best friends and most of the time you see eye to eye, there are moments when fights are bound to occur. Your first big quarrel as a married couple is during your wedding anniversary, precisely on Christmas Eve. You're not even sure what prompts it, but suddenly you're battling against each other, and he's staying on the couch. The bed beside you feels empty without your husband's sleeping form. It's not even been an hour since the fight, and you're already missing him. You could stay in bed and let the fight continue, but you don't really want to. Thus, you rapidly make your way over to the living room of the small house you own.

Dean is lying on the sofa with his back turned to you. He's not asleep because as soon as he hears you approach, he speaks, "I thought you were already sleeping."

You don't hesitate to answer the truth, "I cannot do it fighting like this."

He turns around and gives you a meaningful glance. It only takes him a second to make a decision. He stands up from the couch and makes his way over to you with soft steps -hunter steps-. Once Dean is in front of you, he kisses your forehead. You close your eyes at the contact. "Come on, Sugar, let's go to bed."