"Dean," Castiel's voice sounded from the back of the Impala. "I think you should turn down the volume on your music."

"What? Why?" Dean replied. It was late and the hunt yours had just completed left everyone exhausted. With the music volume even louder because of the sound of rain.

Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, turned and looked at Castiel in the backseat. "She's sleeping," he said in a low tone, pointing to where you were, your small body looked so vulnerable, wrapped in a blanket, with the head resting on the angel's lap.

Dean glanced in the rearview mirror, finally realizing how comfortable you looked despite everything. He grumbled before lowering the volume.

"Okay, okay, quieter music... because of the sleeping princess," he joked.

Hours later, you woke up with your heart pounding because of a nightmare. For a moment you were confused, the room was dark around you, until you realized you were safe, the boys must have carried you to the motel. Turning your head, your eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeing the three beds next to yours.

You took a deep breath, you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep alone. Dean's bed was the closest. You stood up slowly, trying not to make any noise as you slid under the covers next to him.

It didn't take long to feel Dean's arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "Nightmare?" He asked softly, his voice full of sleep.