You walk down the side of the motel, two take out coffee cups in your hands. You have a small smile on your face as you nod at passing people, feeling content with the early morning walk you’ve been having.

a small sigh escapes your lips as you stop outside your motel room, and you hold the coffee cups in one hand, as the other unlocks the door. You walk in and spot your hunting partner, and best frenemy, Dean Winchester, fast asleep on his single motel bed.