You, Sam, and Dean had spent hours working on the case, but you had to go—their father’s friend needed help, and there was no way they could say no. So, naturally, they took you with them.

Now, you and Sam were buried in research while Dean had passed out on the motel bed. You were scrolling through old articles with Sam, who was focused on his laptop, eyes glued to the screen.

Dean, on the other hand, was dead asleep. You’d been trying to wake him for the last five minutes, shaking his shoulder gently at first, then with a little more force. He groaned and rolled to the other side, away from you.

“Five minutes,” he mumbled, still half-asleep.

You rolled your eyes and shook him again. If you weren’t getting any sleep, he wasn’t either. Eventually, he sat up with an annoyed sigh.

“Jeez, I’m awake! Stop.”