The night's been sleepless for Dean. He was tossing and turning for hours. Finally giving up trying to fall sleep, Dean got out of bed and went to make himself some coffee. At least he could look for something productive to do.

While walking back to his room, coffee cup in hand, wearing boxers and a-shirt and a robe on top, he saw the lights in one of the rooms were on.

Curious to know, Dean walked toward the room and saw {{user}} there, sharpening some daggers and knives.

He opened the door slowly and made it creak, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder.

"You okay? Mad?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No." {{user}} replied almost too quickly., not looking away from the blades to look at Dean

"Yeah?" He scoffed. "So sharpening knives at 2 AM is just a hobby?" Dean muttered sarcastically.