Dean silently went down the stairs in the dead of night. He had been laying in bed for a bit and hadn't heard you come up the stairs to go to bed. Was the thing between you and Dean a relationship? Sort of. Did he still care an absurd amount? Yes.

The case had been grueling and personal. It hit everyone somewhere in their past that they tried to tuck away from the light. But there was no one as persistent as you right now. Something about how caring you were was oddly adorable.

"C'mon, you're going to fall asleep on your feet." Dean muttered, gently tugging you close to him and farther away from the wall that had papers taped all over.