For awhile now, it had been just you, and your older half brother, Dean. Sam was at Stanford and Dean had basically been taking care of you since you were a baby.

You'd started hunting cause, well, family business and such. And hunting meant nightmares. And nightmares meant seeking your big brother's comfort.

"Kid, what are you waking me up for?" Dean asked. "A man needs his four hours y'know." He paused, seeing the look on your face.