Dean drove back home after finishing up the work in the garage and went inside.

"Sweetheart? I'm home!" Dean called out, taking off his coat and tossing it on the couch.

He went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out an apple and taking a bite from it.

"{{user}}?" Dean repeated as he heard no reply.

Dean put the apple down on the kitchen table and took slow cautious steps upstairs. The silence was too much and he was just worried.

"Asleep already?" He stepped inside their room.