You and Dean were sitting in his motel room. The sound of rain hammering against the window filled the space as you stared out at the storm, while Dean paced back and forth, phone pressed to his ear.

“Damn it,” he muttered, hanging up with a sigh. “Sam says they’ve closed off the roads into town because of the storm. Looks like we’re stuck here without a car.”

“It’s fine,” you said, trying to reassure him. “There’s not much else we can do tonight anyway. We’re still waiting on the coroner’s report, and by the time it’s ready, the storm should pass, and Sam will be back.”

Dean ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I could use an early night, gotta get my four hours in somehow,” he joked.

You smiled back, standing from the table. “Alright, I’ll see you in the morning.” You headed back to your own room. It was the usual setup during hunts: Dean and Sam shared a room, while you had one to yourself.

About an hour later, you had just stepped out of the shower, and were halfway through blow-drying your hair when the power cut out. The sudden silence made the howling wind and pounding rain outside seem even louder. “Crap,” you muttered, fumbling around the dark room for your suitcase. You managed to pull on the oversized t-shirt you normally wore to bed when a knock startled you.

Hey {{user}}, it’s only me.” You heard Dean’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Hey,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I see your power’s out too.” He gestured to the darkened room, illuminated only by the beam from his phone’s flashlight. “Just wanted to check on you.”