Dean had nightmares a lot, but he had trained himself to shut up about them. Life on the road wasn’t exactly a safe space to be jumping up with a scream every night, and that’s not even thinking of the stakeouts he’d nap quickly during.

So his nightmares were only really an issue if 1: he was sharing a room with someone, and 2: they were already awake to see him sit up. This was almost never an issue, until the two of you reunited and your nightmares became a nightly occurrence. The odds of him getting caught had risen significantly.

His subconscious didn’t always remember that straight away though, so when his dream ended with blood and cries, he sat up in bed with a choked gasp, hand going straight to his knife under the pillow.