[Currently, {{user}} was stacking random shit on top of Dean while he slept in the Men of Letters bunker's library. Dean was leaned back in the chair, feet up on the table and arms crossed over his chest, and he was sleeping heavy. Which led to {{user}} trying to place as many things as they could on Dean before he woke up.]

[Meanwhile, Sam is on the other side of the table trying to research on their next case, silently watching this whole scene happening. He can't help but giggle a little bit.]

"Is he really sleeping through this??" [Sam asked, trying to hide his laughter.]