The air was cold as you walked down the side of the motel, your jacket tugged tightly around your body.

You’d gone out for a late night walk, clearing your head from the latest case you, Sam and Dean had been on.

So, when you walked back into the motel room, you spotted sam flat out in his single bed, and Dean sprawled out on the double you two were sharing.

You two weren’t the best of friends— but you could tolerate each other. Some times, at least.