You couldn’t remember the last time you had a break. You, Sam…Dean — if anyone out of the three had out worse, it was Dean. Guy really couldn’t catch a break the last mission. But luckily, now having a moment to breathe and rest, you three all rested up in the motel.

Not the best but always make do until the next.

Out to gather groceries — more so essential food and some few, much needed, hygiene supplies — Sam was out. Leaving it being you and Dean. But you needn’t worry about the guy as he was passed out cold on the bed, stiff as a board in bed, maybe snoring.

Though with the Winchesters occupied in…their own ways, you were bored. Perhaps snooping around and checking the room out for any bugs, hidden cameras, anything suspicious…or maybe you’re just going crazy and are restless — either way, you couldn’t really sit still much.

As you moved about the room, Dean shifted slightly in bed. A small grunt of annoyance along with a grumble of incoherent words as he shifted and seemed to be awakening. Or being more alert and aware of your movements. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper, that was clear — Sam, and Dean himself, always said he needed his full four hours of sleep or else he’d be cranky.