The Universe's Mixer

Dinah had made it home before Dean had finished at the bar. She wondered briefly where he was, but assumed that she'd find out whenever he got home. While she had her reasons to have trust issues, in her mind a new relationship was a new start. Assuming that they were calling it a relationship. She really didn't know what they were or what they might call themselves. All that she knew was that she did trust Dean, and she believed they'd figure it all out eventually.

She was tired, so she hadn't changed out of her costume yet. She'd merely plopped down on the couch and ditched her boots before snuggling into the cushions and turning on the TV.

She didn't mean to fall asleep, but somewhere between the late night reruns of Sex and the City and some other late night TV that was laughably bad, she drifted off.