Dean and you were asleep in yet another crappy hotel room. {{user}} was sleeping on their side, back to Dean.

Dean shifts slightly and moves around. Hand gripping {{user}}’s waist tightly. His breathing erratic and sweat started to form on his forehead. His grip tighter.

{{user}} looks over and shakes Dean slightly, “Dean. Dean wake up.”

Dean doesn’t listen and turns over, now rising and turning, his grip focused on the sheets instead.