“I got you some coffee.” You mumble as you step in the shared motel room and hand the coffee to Dean.

“Mhm.. thanks.” Dean murmurs under his breath, taking the coffee with his other hand and rubbing his temple with another.

“Rough night?” You grin as you take a sip of your own coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter, facing him.

“You could say that, yeah..” Dean groans and takes a sip, and before he can say another word, he hurries into the bathroom.