"Urgh." Dean was alone, Sam was out looking for "safe" food or as Dean called it "rabbit food". Meg was in hiding because, well Crowley and Cas had gone to find more flowers and bees. Maybe also some plums. Bobby was gone too, like 100%-not-in-any-way-possibly-coming-back gone. So Dean was by himself. He wanted a big fat juicy burger and so goddamn pie. He could enjoy neither or he'd become become one of them stoners. Instead found himself longing for a nap.. So he dropped onto the bed and sank into the mattress and unconsciousness.
"It's ok Dean. You, Cas and Sam will get rid of Dick and throw him back in purgatory. Just stop thinking about it," the voice gently whispered. He wasn't going nuts or off his rocker like Cas or Sam had before him. He was dreaming you were here with him. With you head on his chest and one leg over his left one. He ran his hand through your hair and you were gone. He finally got some decent sleep. kind of ironic really. He saved you once. Your house had been haunted by the previous owner who'd simply fallen down the stairs and broken his neck. Now you were saving him, from getting so sleep deprived he would commit a mistake that would cost him his life, again.