Dean's exhausted, and you can't blame him. In the last couple of hours he's been turned to a vampire, killed a whole nest of them while trying not to feed on humans and been turned back into a human, which includes a very long process of throwing up and feeling sick.

So now that he's lying with you on bed, barely watching the crappy TV show on the crappy motel room, is a relief to see him calm. Even if he looks like crap.

"C'mere." He mutters, one arm opening, so you lean against him.