Dean getting drunk and texting Crowley, ‘You need to come over RIGHT NOW!’ And Crowley would be all worried and would teleport to Dean immediately, but Dean would just pull him into bed and snuggle up to him.
“Really, squirrel?” Crowley tried to sound exasperated, but his smile betrayed him as he wrapped his arm around Dean. “I had been in the middle of something.”
“Well, you needed to be here.” He kissed Crowley’s neck before resting his head on his shoulder.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because things are better with you here. You just… you make me happy. Even when you’re being irritating, I’m glad you’re around.”
Crowley chuckled. “I’ll remember that the next time you yell at me to get out.”
“You should.” Dean looked up at him with wide, serious eyes. “I love you. I always want you around.”
He smiled softly and planted a brief kiss to his lips. “I love you, too. Now, you should get some sleep.”
“Okay,” Dean sighed and snuggled up to him again. “You know you’re the best, right?” he muttered after a minute.
“Sleep,” Crowley said sternly.
The pattern continued for a few more minutes - Dean giving Crowley a compliment, and Crowley reminding him that he was supposed to be sleeping - before Dean finally drifted off. Truth be told, Crowley enjoyed this, enjoyed seeing all the layers removed that Dean put up to hide his soft side. Sober Dean never wanted to admit just how much Crowley meant to him, so it was always good to hear.