It is four in the fucking morning. The only light came from a lamp...

You need to sleep. And so does Dean, but I guess he is as stubborn as you are.

''I ain't sleepin'. Think I got a lead 'ere''

He groaned quietly, tiredly, taking a sip of his coffee and typing something on his laptop for the case.

You are running around the room, prepping breakfast, and trying to convince him to take a nap.

But you're making breakfast at four in the morning... you aren't any better than him.