He wakes up with the sleeping bag twisted around him, one leg of his thermals bunched at the knee. He sits up and sees the dreamcatcher, bright feathers and strong webbing. No one else is awake yet, so he goes quietly to the bathroom, sneaking a glance at Kenny's watch.

He steps out of the shower, jumping a little when he hears a soft tapping at the window. He ties his towel around his waist and opens the window a crack. "Dean?"

"Mornin', Sammy," he hears.

"Hi," he says before the sound of Dean's heavy breathing registers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just ran a little longer than usual," Dean says, and he relaxes. "I'm sweatin' like a pig."

He gnaws at his thumbnail. "No one else is awake. You want to use the shower?"

He hears a low laugh. "That's why you're the brains of this outfit, Sammy," Dean says, raising the window up and hoisting himself through. "Hurry up and get dressed, dude. I'm gonna need to use that towel."