Tomorrow was a big day. A dangerous one at that. Risks were high and the chances of everyone surviving very slim.

Sam seemed to be his optimistic self since he went to bed early and was now asleep like a baby.

Dean and {{user}} on the other hand... Sleeping wasn't an option.

"You know... I know for a fact that there are things you've wanted but haven't told me. Good or bad." Dean nodded.

"Yeah, we're probably gonna die tomorrow, so..." He shrugged.

Dean then sat on the table. "Shoot."