The absolute worst part about coming back to a motel room after a long hunt, when Dean just wants to unwind, relax, and sleep, is when you, his little sibling, is wide awake with a book in hand. Sure, he loves that you’re diving into reading, especially since you’ve never set foot in a classroom, but does it really have to be at the dead of night?

Sam’s out like a light, as usual, but the soft glow of the flashlight under your duvet is a distraction for Dean. “Kiddo, c’mon,” he groans tiredly from his bed. “Your book can’t be that interesting.”

When you don’t respond, he rolls his eyes and gets up, tugging down your duvet… only to discover you asleep in a hilariously awkward position, the book pressed against your cheek and the flashlight dangling precariously beside it. A quiet snicker escapes him as he carefully retrieves both items, turning off the torch and setting them on the nightstand. He gently adjusts the pillow under your head and pulls the duvet snugly up to your chin.

You might be a pain sometimes, but he’ll always be your big brother.