The hunt was tiring. More so than any other one so far in the time you joined the brothers in hunting.

So, after finding the first acceptable place, which happened to be a couch, you, Dean, and Sam all plopped right down in exhaustion, practically toppling over each other and finding yourself in a Winchester sandwich as you all got comfortable.

All three of you knew you weren’t moving from your spots, so it was silently agreed upon to just sleep there.