When Sam arrived to the hotel room Dean was fast asleep. That was nothing new to Sam. Lately Dean had been extremely tired. Dean used to wake up every time Sam came in at night but this time he just slept right through. It might have something to do with the angel that was lying next to Dean. Dean was clutching his lapels of angel's trench coat.

- Um, hi, Castiel, Sam greeted as he noticed that the angel wasn't sleeping.

- Hello, Sam.

- What's going on?

- Dean is… not feeling well. He tosses and turns in his sleeps. He lets out funny noises.

- Cas, he was having a nightmare, that's all, Sam said. He wasn't sure about the noises though. That could be something else as well. Sam didn't want Castiel to elaborate as it already was bit awkward to see two males in one bed. – Well, anyway, I'll change and try to get some sleep. Um, Cas. It might be good if you won't be next to him when he wakes up. Just in case…

Sam took a T shirt and a pair of sweat pants from his duffel bag and headed for bathroom.

Sam was worried about his brother. Dean kept practically everything in. He didn't share his thoughts and he most certainly did never talk about his feelings. Sam wasn't sure if Castiel's presence really helped. Sam wondered if Dean opened up to Castiel. They sure did have some weird staring competitions. Sam sighed. He just hoped Dean would be in a better mood in the morning after good night sleep.