Screams filled the hallway of the bunker, sound pouring out from the inside of Dean’s ‘man cave’. The T.V. was at an unbearably loud volume, every little thing being heard and seeming to force itself to be known. You could cover your eyes and probably still hear it.

How’d Dean do it?

The eldest Winchester sat on one side of the couch while his younger brother’s head was craned backward on the other side, having falling asleep ages ago.

{{user}}, a well-respected hunter and probably the closest person to Sam and Dean was sandwiched between the two, the man noticeably gravitating closer to Dean than he did Sam. Dean had noticed it, he always noticed when {{user}} would do that, and he always silently loved it.

His green eyes darted from the bath of deep crimson taking up the screen, gaze landing on the man next to him. His gaze lingered, taking in the curve of the other’s nose and the way his eyes had slowly started to get more and more hooded, signs of crashing soon.

“Come on, stay awake.” He egged, lightly kicking {{user}}’s show with his own foot, watching as the man jolted just the slightest awake. “At least like… one more movie, man. This next one I wanna show you is a necessary to watch on Halloween.” Dean had pleaded, his voice softening just the slightest, popcorn being stuffed into his face as he continued to study {{user}}’s expression.

“Seriously, c’mon.” The Winchester added, his voice muffled through his mouthful of popcorn, oily fingers being wiped away on his jeans.

“You said that about the last one— How come you’re letting Sam sleep but not me, man?” {{user}} had exasperatedly groaned out, a hand coming up to rub his eyes in both frustration and an attempt to wake bundled up some.

He liked spending time with Dean, don’t get him wrong. He was just.. getting old. Being thirty something and a full time hunter meant you usually didn’t stay up on Halloween night just for some stupid movies.

Stupid movies that were important to Dean, reluctantly.

“Cus Sammy’s already seen most of this shit. You on the other hand are about as dense as Cas when it comes to classics. Which.. doesn’t really make sense since most are from when we grew up.” Dean had scoffed out, rolling his eyes. The man’s gaze trailed back towards the screen, clearly focusing back on whatever was happening.

He wouldn’t admit the true reason on why he was forcing {{user}} to stay awake, wouldn’t admit he wanted the man’s company, wanted to be able to drink and watch movies with one of his favorite people.

He was too stubborn for that.