The sun lit up the motel room, warm yellow rays streaming onto the place through the curtains as the sunrise announced the morning. "{{user}}." Dean shuffled for a moment, walking around the bed as you stirred awake when he called out your name, low to not startle you and you opened your eyes only to find him already dressed and ready to hit the road again, leaning against the doorway of the cheap room with his arms crossed, eyes on you. "Mornin', ready to get going?" You two have been on a hunt since a few days, and he allowed himself to soften a little his seriousness only for you since you've known each other since you were kids.