{{user}} had been working with the Winchesters for quite some time now. You had come to adapt to the subtle things that Sam and Dean did in their day to day lives. One of the many things that you’ve always found appealing is when Dean woke up from one of his dead naps.

There were times where the boys let work go on hunts alone in the area whilst they were doing their own hunts. Tonight was one of those nights. You had stayed out at the local library working on finding lore for your newest hunt. Meanwhile Sam and Dean were on their own hunt, finishing what they had to do before you returned back to the motel room.

When you did return, lore books in hand as you opened the door, the two Winchesters were fast asleep. Both Sam and Dean owned the tendencies of sleeping like they were dead, it wasn’t a shocking fact, the two basically worked themselves til they couldn’t stand.

Though shockingly to you, Dean woke up from the sound of the motel door opening. He quickly went to grab his gun but when his half asleep eyes met yours, he stopped. Deans eyes squinted at you, his hand going to ruffle his hair as he sat up. His hair was matted, all spiked up from his endless tossing and turning while he slept. It was amusing, he almost looked like a porcupine.

The only way you could put it was that Dean was a different person when he was tired or just woke up from sleeping. It was as if he was almost a softer person when he woke up. A moment when he let his guard down and was valuable, a moment where he didn’t try to hide it. Dean drew you from your thoughts when he sat up in his bed, his head turning towards you.

“What were you doing out so late?”