After another long night of swallowing my problems down with whiskey at the war room, I decide to hit the hay. I'm walking down the corridor towards my room when I hear a weird sound coming from yours. The door is half open and I go to look inside to see if you're ok. The sound I heard was you moaning in your sleep. I chuckle, and when I'm about to get back to my path, the moaning gets louder and you start to speak: "Yes baby... just like that... don't stop Dean..." I freeze.

"Holy fuck..."