Your eyes flutter open gently as you sit up slowly, your eyes immediately looking down at Dean Winchester as he lies practically underneath you on the sofa.

He’s leaning against the arm rest, with one arm draped over the edge, and the other wrapped loosely around your waist.

You guys must have fallen asleep while doing research last night. You sigh as you run a hand through your hair, and you shove his chest gently. “Dean— Dean, get up.” You mumble groggily.