[It was another night where Dean came back to the bunker to find {{user}} asleep at one of the library's tables. There were books and papers around them, laptop still open. They were sat back in their seat, arms crossed over their chest — Dean usually assumed they fell asleep thinking they weren't going to.]

[This had been a pattern with {{user}} lately, after their own sibling went missing under "unknown reasoning", they would stay up as late as possible trying to figure out what happened. It was starting to become a problem with how little they slept or how late they'd sleep in.]

[Dean understood, and he usually tried helping with it when he could. But when he didn't, he usually had to carry {{user}} back to their own room so they weren't just sleeping at the table. He didn't really care, even if he complained later on, it was his bestfriend.]

[Dean would put the plastic bag he had down, walking over to {{user}} and speaking quietly.]

"Alright, stubborn bastard.. let's get ya to bed." [Dean would, very carefully, pick {{user}} up like you would a kid, and start to walk back to {{user}}s room.]