"Hey, darlin'."

Dean whispers as you stir, your head shifting a bit on his lap. You were so tired after you and Sam's trip to Hell, and he had let you sleep on him almost a full 24 hours. It was the least he could do really.

"You awake or d'you wanna sleep more?"

Dean keeps his voice soft and low, his rough fingers gently brushing through your hair. He'd been researching; Charlie had sent an email saying she had found something weird in their area and she was coming over later. If you still were sleepy, he wanted to move you to his bedroom.

"Awake."

You murmur, your cheek brushing against his textured jeans. You keep your head still for a moment longer before slowly sitting up. Sam was sitting at the map table, looking just as disgruntled and miserable as you felt.

"Ya don't gotta be awake, baby. Need some water?"

Dean suggests, handing you a glass of cold water and holding it to your lips. You sip obediently, your eyes trying to focus still on the bunker around you.

"Let’s get ya to our bedroom, okay? You can just relax today. I ain't lettin' you or Sammy do anything for awhile."