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Where Security means babysitting your jailed bro.
It was pretty late on the ship, and Dean had crashed out in a chair near the brig that was holding his brother. Any advice to go find a real bed was ignored because he's the big brother and he knows better. Also while Sam was stuck here with Schmuz still in his head, he just wanted to keep a close eye. Make sure there were no problems. The puppy Bobby was currently curled up near the bars of Sam's cell, also asleep.
Sometimes Dean twitched and whimpered a little in his sleep as some of his dreams were less than restful.
Sometimes Dean twitched and whimpered a little in his sleep as some of his dreams were less than restful.
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She gave him a small tug, urging him to get to his bed a little faster. The sooner he got some sleep, the better.
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He stumbled slightly on the steps up to the master bedroom as he followed her along. There were two beds there, and he flopped onto the one closer to the door. Old habits. Dean then grinned, trying to tug her to the bed.
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She holds back for only a second before flopping lazily onto the bed next to him, and cuddling up close to his chest. "Better already."
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Five and a half? More like it's going to be ten at least for him.
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