Dean had gotten back from Hell and was driving you and Sam insane with the amount of cases he was forcing you to work. Not even an hour into your sleep, he woke you up, rambling about some shifter case he'd found a few towns over. You sit up from Sam's chest, disoriented and lost as you try to listen to Dean. Sam gently puts your head back down, covering you back up with your blanket.

"No, honey. Back to sleep."

He murmurs, knowing you needed it. Dean tries to protest.

"We gotta get on the road, it's an hour and a half drive."

Sam glares at his brother, his fingers brushing through your hair.

"We can leave in the morning. It's 1 am."

Dean rolls his eyes, flopping back down in his bed.

"I don't wanna sit around."

Sam sighs, knowing exactly why.

"Yeah well you're gonna have to sleep and think about what you went through at some point. Might as well rip off the bandaid while me and my girl are still functioning. One more week of this and we'll both be out. Try and get it together man."

Sam says quietly, trying to soothe you back to sleep.