"Baby!?"

Dean calls out with a sigh, roaming the bunker in his hot dog pjs and no shirt, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He'd been watching a horror movie with you, almost falling asleep when you screamed because of a jumpscare and took off out the door. Yeah, he probably should've known better than to fall asleep while you were watching your first ever horror movie.

"Awh."

Dean chuckles softly when he sees your whole arm sticking out from under a pile of clean laundry that Sam hadn't folded yet.

"Darlin', if you're gonna hide, you gotta learn to hide all your appendages."

He gently fishes through the flannel and jeans until he reaches your head, brushing your hair back as you look up at him scared.

"It's just a movie, baby. Why're you runnin' from me? Woke me from my beauty sleep."

Dean lifts you, a pile of clothes falling to the floor haphazardly.

"C'mon. Back to bed."

He frowns when you hesitate, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll turn on that stupid show you like on the history channel."

Dean rolls his eyes when that gets you to go back to his bedroom. Of course he'd have to bribe you just to get you to go to freakin' sleep.