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it had been a week since dean had had a decent amount of sleep. most of his time was spent hunting without closing his eyes which wasn't uncommon for the elder winchester. often, he neglected the basic need for sleep if needed. he claimed he could function normally with barely any sleep. tiredness was like hunger: you could forget about it until it reared its ugly head. at that point, you sedate it just enough to keep moving.

it still wasn't healthy, no matter how much he tried convincing you that it was. of course, you had to worry since he had tried convincing you of many other things that had turned out to not be healthy at all. that included his need for alcohol at any given moment, but that was a story for a different time.

this time around you could tell it was killing him. his mental state seemed to be worsening more and more each day. the lack of sleep at this moment seemed to almost as bad as the time he didn't sleep after sam got locked inside lucifer's cage.

you did finally manage to bring this issue up to dean one night at a crappy motel when sam was out getting dinner, leaving you and dean alone. dean was too busy sharpening the demon killing knife he always had strapped to some part of his body. 

he held onto the handle like it was the only thing keeping him from slipping into a deep sleep. you knew his body needed it, but could his mind handle the horrors that came with sleep? he always was an angry sleeper, especially when you woke him up.

that didn't matter though as you watched his eyes strain to focus. he needed sleep badly.

"sam won't be back for a while so you can always get a little shut eye."you say as you sit next to him on the bed.

"don't need to, sweetheart. got things to do," he muttered, not even looking up from cleaning his knife.

you didn't believe him at all. he was trying to avoid it all. he usually pushed down his feelings and shoved them deep inside. that was why you decided to take his knife, set it down on the dresser and catch him off guard enough to get him onto his back on the bed.

"damn. getting me on my back is quite kinky." he teased.

"the only action you're getting is sleep, mister." you reply

he let out a sigh of reluctance at your words as if dreading the potential sleep. though, he didn't move when you settled in next to him. you knew it would keep him there, your body warmth grounding his chaotic mind.

even, dean couldn't deny it after a few minutes. his eyelids were drooping. it was a fight he didn't want to lose. your body molded well to his now and he lost that fight.

you were a calm to the storm brewing inside since he was younger. that was how it always had been. you seemed to solve his issues, or at least provide him help even if you didn't notice. that's what he loved about you.