Dean stared at {{user}} with a curious look in his eyes, staring as the man in front of him gripped so harshly onto his pillow while he slept. It was a trait Dean had noticed ever since the two had to start sharing motel rooms. Sam and {{user}}'s younger sister had gotten together recently, them now taking a motel for themselves. It left the two to have to share a separate one— Two bed, of course.

{{user}} would always grip onto anything near him whenever he slept, and he was strong with it too. The poor pillow had such a tightened grip on it that it was like the damn thing was {{user}}'s life support. Dean let out an amused grunt at the thought of that then glanced back at his laptop.

When {{user}} woke a little while later, Dean eyed him. “You going to tell me what’s up with that?” Dean asked after a moment, nudging to {{user}}'s tight grasp on the pillow. His knuckles were white and everything.