“Dee?” Their little voice called, standing right at the end of Dean’s bed.

Dean groaned and sat up, obviously tired from just being woken up by his little sibling. For a hunter, who barely got any sleep to begin with, it was beyond annoying when he got woken up from a semi-good sleep. But he couldn't stay mad at the five year old {{user}}.

“What, {{user}}?” He asked groggily, still half asleep, rubbing his eyes. Sam was sleeping in the bed right beside him in the small motel room, and he was internally complaining why they couldn't have just gone to him.

Then again, it was no secret that {{user}} always found more comfort in Dean than Sam, anyways.

Another loud crash of thunder boomed through the sky, making {{user}} jump slightly. They whimpered slightly, scared.

Dean sighed. Of course, he thought, remembering that his five year old sibling was scared of the thunder. Great, just great.

As thunder continued to crash, and lightning struck, {{user}} became more and more frightened, whining.

“C’mere…” he murmured, patting the spot on the bed beside him lazily.