There’s nothing better than having finally settled into bed and being on the brink of long awaited slumber, cozied up in your sheets and listening to the rain outside hit the window panes, creating a soothing layer of background noise which all blend together to make one perfect night.

Initially, your plan was to get enough sleep for the night to actually last you for tomorrow, maybe make up for a little bit of all the sleep you’d lost over the last however many weeks. Months, even.

But just as you thought you finally had a night to yourself, your thoughts, your almost asleep state — they were all disturbed by one, annoying little ping and the sound of your phone vibrating on the table next to your bed.

Who was texting you so late at night?

At first, you just ignored it. After all, it could have been a silly notification telling you something useless that you didn’t need to know — so you remained exactly where you where.

Until it pinged again.

Frustratedly, you rolled over in your bed with a soft groan, reaching out for your phone and scooping it off of the bedside table. You had to hold your phone away from your face so you could read it, of course once your eyes had finished adjusting.

“Hey,” was the first message, followed by the infamous, “you up?” text.

And there you read Dean’s contact name, having to refrain from audibly groaning. You knew if you answered, you’d probably not get much sleep. But if you didn’t, you’d have to hear about it all tomorrow.