Dean always had trouble falling asleep Try as he might to keep his eyes closed they always wound up open as they watched the shadows stretch against the wall. That was the problem with being a hunter. He knew what was out there. He knew sometimes a shadow wasn't just a shadow.
Dean reached under his pillow and grasped his gun. He didn't need it, but it just calmed his anxiety to touch the cold metal. If something happened he'd fill the shadows with lead in only a matter of seconds. Dean tried to close his eyes one more time.