"Dean? Are you listening to me?"
"Huh?" Dean asked leaning on his shovel.
His eye lids were dropping back down as he leaned more on the shovel. Dean was tired, tired from the job, tired from the nightmares of hell…..
"Dean, are you ok?" Sam leaned his face toward Dean's.
….tired of Sam's pestering.
"I'm fine, let's just go already." Dean growled giving Sam a death glare.
When they got to the car Dean slid into the driver's seat heavily. Suddenly the keys were pulled out of Dean's hands.
"Sam" Dean growled tiredly "So not in the mood."
"Dean, I know you haven't been sleeping well. I hear you wake up in the middle in the night when you have a nightmare. Also the job was kind of rough today. You look like you're ready to pass out any minute." Sam was giving Dean the serious face he always gives when he is concerned, and Dean has never liked it.
"I am driving." It wasn't 'Let me drive' or 'Can I drive?' No Sam was driving.
Dean shrugged too tired to argue with Sam and scooted to the passenger seat.
"Fine Samantha. You win." Dean laid his heavy and tired head on the glass of the Impala.
While driving Dean's head bounced harshly on the glass from the rugged road. 'Oh yeah this is defiantly helping me sleep, more like giving me a headache' Dean thought to himself. Suddenly Dean was pulled by a large hand toward Sam's body.
"Sa-"
"Getting your head bumped around like that probably doesn't feel good. Rest"
Dean obeyed and laid his head on Sam's shoulder. It was nicer than the window, heck it was actual comfortable, and didn't bump around as much.
"Just keep your hands to yourself."
Dean smiled getting more comfortable.
"Same goes for you big brother."