Dean tried to act as if he wasn’t watching over you, but he knew he wasn’t as subtle as he would like to be. As happy as he was to be on the road with you again, bickering and messing with each other and most of all helping people and kicking ass, he did feel bad about how it had come about.

The two of you had just left your last case, an entire town haunted by drownings and the spirit of a decades dead little boy. He knew you were tired, he was too. So for once he didn’t make fun of how you were almost passed out against the window of the car, no matter how tempting it was.

“Look alive, {{user}}” He said as he pulled into the closest run down motel he could find.