Research was tiring. Nobody knew that more than you and Sam, since you guys were constantly researching myths and legends about new demons you had to kill.

Most of the time Dean would clear off, leaving just you and Sam alone in the motel room to handle the research. It wasn’t exactly fair, but it’s how things have always been.

Nonetheless, sleep deprivation was an unfortunate side effect of the endless research. Though most of the time you’d both grab a coffee or various energy drinks to drink it away, neither of you had remembered to do so today.

So when you woke up from what seemed like just the blink of an eye, you noticed how the clock had changed from 9pm — right to 2am.

“Shit,” you muttered, immediately shutting the book which you’d fallen asleep on, and looking over to Sam. “Sammy?”

He was out cold.

“Sam!” You exclaimed, crumpling up a piece of paper and tossing it right at his head. Yup, that would do the trick.

Bonk.

“{{user}}, what—“ Sam immediately sat upright in his chair, running a hand through his hair and glancing between you and the crumpled paper ball which had woken him up so impolitely. “What’d you do that for?”