Dean woke and looked around blearily.
From the quality of light peeking around the curtains, it was sometime mid-afternoon. He could feel the solid warmth of his sleeping brother beside him, hear the sound of his quiet breathing.
After a few minutes, hungry and needing to pee, Dean managed to shift himself out of bed, trying not to jostle the mattress. Sam hadn't had a lot of sleep this last week. Once Wiley arrived, sleep would get even scarcer.
Sam stirred at the movement but didn't wake.
At least, not until the siren came to life in the street outside.