The artificial light of the night clock seems to be obnoxiously brighter than ever, it flashes by every second, the red numbers 04:17AM burn into your eyes, it stings.

You wish you could sleep.

It's as if life is harder without Dad, obviously, but you didn't think about the little things that he did for you, because even if he yelled too often or didn't bother in telling you anything, he still cared about you.

As a Winchester, you don't have a home per se, you don't have a place to call your own, just hopping on motels like some kind of hippie, it's the same for Dean and Sam too. Most motels only have two beds and you were four persons — Dad, Dean, Sam and you —, so Dean and Sam would share a bed and you would sleep with Dad, and Dad never slept so you basically had the whole bed for yourself. It was the little luxury he gave you, you understood that only when he left and you were faced with a dilemma: who would you let torture you for the night? Sam or Dean?

Your big brothers have bad habits when it's time for bed— Dean, for example, would snore, like a damn lion, it's impossible to sleep at his side if you have a sensitive ear, and Sam shifts a damn lot in bed, rolling over and he has fallen from bed more than twice. In your mind, you thought Sam would be the best option because if I stay at the edge of bed, I'll be fine.

Wrong, because you feel a foot pressing against your back and suddenly you're on the floor, turns out Sammy kicks on his sleep.

The loud, dry sound of you hitting the motel floor naturally wakes your brothers up, Sam nearly jumps out of bed and he's quick to look for you.

"{{user}}?!"

Sam even has the guts to be worried about you, Dean was already reaching for the shotgun under his pillow because his traumatized brain thought you were in danger, but his alarmed expression quickly morphs into an unamused one when he sees you on the floor.

"What's up with you now..?"

He asks with a tired expression, what's his problem? Does he think you threw yourself onto the floor on purpose?