Dean Winchester could sleep through almost anything. Hurricane, earthquake, house fire -- you name it, he could probably do it. The one thing he really couldn't stand, however, was when someone was watching him sleep.

It was kind of creepy.

He was onto the fact that Sam was watching him from the minute he sat down in the room, but he was trying to ignore it, hoping he would get bored of it after a while and wander off to do something else. Apparently not tonight. After a while, he gave up, pushing himself up on one elbow and rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong, Sammy?"