“Are you seriously just going to lie there and do nothing?” You ask as you turn your head to face Dean, who was lying on the double bed of the motel room that you two were staying in.

Sam had disappeared, and you two were stuck researching on how to find him. But Dean wasn’t really doing any of the research.

“I am helping— I’m observing and listening.” Dean retorted back, his usual cocky tone prominent as he crosses his arms over his chest.