Dean was always busy, always on the roads, out hunting with Sam. Yet tonight he found himself at your doorstep, he was so thoroughly exhausted and he didn’t want to bother Sam with it. So he went to you, who he trusts, his dearest friend.

He knocked quietly on your door, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. His shoe tapping your doormat gently as he waited for the door to be opened eventually.

“Hey {{user}}, I know it’s a bit unexpected of me but… can I come in, please?”