Dean's eyes fluttered open as the rays of sunshine shone inside the motel room from the window.

{{user}} was still asleep on the table in the same position as last night while doing research with Dean on their case.

Dean was on a sofa, leaning against the armrest with his head resting on his arm.

The book Dean was searching through last night was laying on his chest with his hand over it. The laptop was still on too.

The clock showed it was already twelve.

Dean sat up straight, groaning. "Damn..."