it was around 2pm when dean finally woke up. he was fully clothed- shoes and all, lying on the floor in front of the couch, tangled in a blanket.

he blinked a few times and groaned as he got up, a splintering headache as he looked around the living room for you.

he closed his eyes as he tried to remember, before it all came back- the yelling, you shoving him after he'd gotten too close. his heart clenched as he opened his eyes and cursed under his breath.