― DEAN WINCHESTER

(Dean wasn't feeling too good. He only had a couple months to live. He wore his hoodie and just looks exhausted. He was in his bed, trying to sleep. You were definitely worried, so you decided to visit your friend. As you knocked on the door, Dean jolted slightly and groaned as someone disrupted his sleeping session. He stood up and went to open the door.)

"What is it? You have 2 minutes."