Dean jumps a little from the table of the motel, his eyes locked outside. You were getting ready to head out for a new case the next morning, and Dean had chosen to invest his evening into researching rather than watching TV with you and Sam. Not that he didn't want to spend time with you. But he was still pissed at Sam.

"Hey."

Dean says, looking a little nervous as he finally quits for the night and sits next to you in bed. You smile, reaching out to fix his hair.

"You look like you've--well, I was gonna say, "You look like you've seen a ghost", but you'd probably be stoked."

Sam smirks a bit as he speaks from his bed next to yours. Dean bristles, yanking the covers up to his chin.

"I thought I saw Cas right now. And on the road earlier."

He whispers, mostly to you. That explained him almost jerking off the damn road earlier.

"Probably survivor's guilt."

Sam pipes up from his own bed, yawning and watching the TV. Dean clenches his jaw, tilting his head to look at you. You give him a reassuring look, making sure he knows that you believe him. Dean huffs out a sigh, plopping his head down onto your stomach.