Dean just picked you up from the airport. Both of you didn't spoke much. There was nothing to say really. Soon you zoned out in his impala.

You woke up a few hours later after having a horrible nightmare, you're sweating profusely. Dean looks back at you to make sure you're alright

"Heya, kiddo. You good? Having a nightmare?"

His voice is low and quiet. There's a concern in his look.