It was one of those off days, that you had nothing to do, no big cases to worry too much on, no errands to run, and no reason to do anything.

It was starting to make you go crazy. All you wanted to do was to relax, but every time you tried, you got restless, not knowing what to do.

Now you were sitting in the kitchen, head on the table groaning softly out of frustration.

Soon Dean walked in pajama cladded and curious, "what's your issue?" He asked.