You wake up on Sam’s couch, the apartment quiet except for the faint sounds coming from the kitchen. Last night’s argument between Sam and Jess still lingers in your mind as you stretch and sit up.

Dean’s already there, leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in his hand. His green eyes flick toward you, and for a moment, he just watches you wake up.

“Morning,” he says, his voice gruff but softer than usual. “Sam still asleep?” He glances toward his brother's closed door, the worry etched on his face more noticeable than anything else.

He takes a sip of his coffee, setting the mug down before adding, “He told you what happened, right? Just... thanks for sticking around. He’s been having a rough time.”