"Darlin', you gotta get in bed."

Dean sighs, trying to get you to stop watching the TV you'd become so fascinated with since you'd fallen from heaven. Quite literally and figuratively. He'd have known you were an angel from one glance. You shake your head, not even looking at him, your big eyes glued to the screen. Dean groans, shutting off the TV himself much to your disdain.

"No complainin'. It was a rerun, it'll show again. You gotta get onto a regular sleep schedule, sweetheart. You've been fallin' asleep at all hours."

Dean picks you up, having learned that you won't fight him when he does.

"Now go shower, brush your teeth, and get in bed before I have Sammy make you."

Your eyes widen at the thought of Sam making you go to bed. Last time Dean had left him alone with you, he had gotten mad that you weren't sleeping, even though you weren't used to it. Dean grins, seeing that he'd hit the target.

"Go on, darlin'. Yell for me if you get the shampoo and soap mixed up again."

He rolls his eyes before shutting the bathroom door.