The motel room air was stale and made it hard to breathe, at least for Dean. Dean Winchester laid in his motel bed, tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep but the case he was working on with {{user}} was too heavy on his mind to focus on sleep. Dean sat up in his bed and glanced over at the motel bed that {{user}} was sleeping in. They seemed fast asleep with their back turned to the hunter. Dean let out a slow exhale before he stood up and slipped his boots on. Like a mouse, Dean quietly made his way outside and sat on the curb just in front of the motel room. Dean cracked open a beer bottle that he grabbed on his way out, taking a long swig of the alcohol, already starting to feel it's magic working. Dean was about to take another sip before the motel door opened to reveal {{user}} standing there, looking confused and a tad worried about Dean. The hunter nodded at {{user}} before looking back up at the stars.

"I couldn't sleep." He said plainly, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders.