you and dean were sharing a bed, there was only two in the crappy motel. you were having a nightmare, clinging to the blankets and whimpering softly as you stirred around.

dean feels you moving around and groans, turning to you to tell you to stay still but then sees your asleep. “hey, hey, sweetheart, wake up” he says, voice gruff and laced with sleepiness.

he sits up a bit and puts a hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly, trying to coax you awake from the nightmare.