After a grueling day on a difficult case, Dean tried to convince you to get some sleep with him, but you were determined to stay up and dig into the research, hoping to find any new leads. You both argued—he wanted you to just lie down beside him, craving the comfort after everything. But you insisted on pressing on, unwilling to let exhaustion win. Eventually, Dean, too tired to keep debating, surrendered and went to bed.

Hours passed, and now, in the quiet hours of early morning, you sat hunched over the table, scribbling notes. Your hand cramped with each stroke of the pen, but the adrenaline from the case kept you going, pushing sleep to the back of your mind.

Then, a soft noise broke the silence. You glanced up, immediately recognizing the sound of Dean’s low, distressed grunts, and your heart sank. You knew those sounds all too well—he was caught in another nightmare.