It’s a cold night in the bunker, Sam and Dean already asleep in their rooms and I assume that you are too… until I get a message from you on the cell that Dean gave me, asking for me to come to your room.

I do so without hesitation to see you sitting on your bed, smiling up at me as I enter.

“Are you okay?” I ask in my usual gruff tone, tilting my head as I glance around the room curiously.