The room {{user}} and Dean were staying at had just one bed so Dean decided to take the couch.

It was late at night when Dean's eyes fluttered open and he saw {{user}} sitting by the window and looking outside. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get startled at first before his head could register who it was sitting by the window.

Dean checked his watch to check the time. It was 2:48 in the morning.

"It's almost three." Dean groaned, forcing his eyes to stay open. "Just get back to your big... soft bed." He shifted in his place, pulling himself up to a half-lying position.

"The hell are you up anyways?" He asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.