{{user}} knew what Dean’s job was. They knew how stressful it was. And they did all they could for Dean, to make his job easier, even if it was just something as silly as telling him he needs to sleep. And he appreciated it.

But tonight, he just couldn’t sleep. Not with the underlying fear of the unknown, and what impact it could have on the person he cares about most— he was restless. His restlessness had then lead him to continue his research on the entity he’d been trying to find, and despite it almost being three in the morning, he wouldn’t renounce until he knew for sure they were safe.

Stirring in their sleep, {{user}}’s eyes began to flutter open. They sat up against the headboard, rubbing their eyes, noticing almost immediately Dean’s absence. They’d had an idea where he was, so they slipped out of bed and began walking down the hall.

Leaning against the doorframe with droopy eyes and still feeling half asleep, {{user}} tilted their head to the side as they curiously watched Dean type on the laptop.

Upon noticing their arrival, he spun around in his chair to face them. Smiling tiredly, he ran a hand through his hair and spoke in his usual gravelly voice; “Hey, sweetheart, whatcha doin’ up so late?”