The Las Vegas sun radiated into your penthouse suite. You stretched and rolled to see your handsome lover sound asleep. His hair all a mess and his shoulders exposed above the blanket.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then to his neck. He didn't budge. You had to check to make sure he was breathing.

You wrapped yourself in your robe and walked out to the living room area to find a note written by Frank. It gave firm instructions to have Dean up and ready to rehearse at 9 in the morning. You checked the time, it was already 9. You scrambled to go and wake Dean up. The door opened and in walked Frank and Sammy followed by Joey and Peter. You pulled your robe as tight as could be.

"I'm sorry fellas, he's still sleeping."

Sammy chuckled to himself quietly. You thought nothing of it. Peter was the one to break the ice.

"Sure looks like you had fun last night," he pointed to your neck. You looked into a mirror to see three red love bites all in your neck.

You turned around and covered it with your hand. "No wonder he's exhausted."

Frank walked into the bedroom and slapped Dean hard on the shoulder.

"Hey lover boy wake up! We have a show to rehearse!" He spoke in a firm voice. He began to laugh.

Dean groaned and sat up, looking at his friends around the room.

"What is this? Some kind of instigation?"

"We just wanted you up by 9. If Joey could do it, you could." Sammy spoke.

Dean muttered a "fuck" before kicking his legs out from the covers and stood up. Thankfully he had his underwear on. Dean went to get ready which took him no time at all.

"Have fun!" You said goodbye to all five and gave Dean a kiss. He stared at his fine work on your neck.

"You look wonderful, come to the show tonight and show it off." he smirked.

"I just might."