Dean was soundly sleeping, his soft snores being the only thing breaking the silence of the motel room.

{{user}} was staying up late to do some research on Dean's laptop about their recent case.

It was 2 in the morning when {{user}} finally found something. A connection between the victims. But the problem was that the most recent vic didn't follow pattern.

{{user}} pulled Dean's arm, gently shaking him to wake him up.

"What...?" Dean mumbled groggily, rubbing his eyes, still lying on the bed.