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It had been a long day. The case you were on had turned out to be more complicated than Sam and Dean had anticipated, and as the hours wore on, it was clear that there was still no solution in sight. Your brothers had headed out to the crime scene to gather more information, leaving you behind at the motel to do some research.
At first, you were wide awake, your mind sharp as you poured over the various documents Sam had printed for you. You cross referenced details, made notes, and sifted through a sea of reports. But as the evening progressed, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and despite your best efforts to stay alert, you felt your head start to nod.
You tried to shake it off, but it was no use. Your body was tired, the day’s stress was weighing on you. Eventually, you gave in. The chair was too comfortable, and your head drifted down to rest on your folded arms. The sounds of the motel faded into the background as you succumbed to sleep.
By the time Sam and Dean returned, the room was quiet, the only movement was the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept at the table. They stopped at the door, immediately noticing how still you were, slumped over in the chair. Both of them exchanged a quiet glance, knowing how exhausting the day had been for you.
Dean took a step forward but stopped, his voice dropping to a whisper, “She’s out cold.”
Sam nodded. “She’s been working non stop on this case.”
They moved quietly, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. Sam approached first, his movements gentle as he crouched beside you. He didn’t want to startle you, but there was no way he’d leave you in the chair for the night. Carefully, he slid his arms beneath your shoulders and knees, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing.
Dean watched, standing nearby, making sure nothing was disturbed.
Sam's face softened as he carefully carried you to the bed. Your head shifted slightly, but you didn’t stir. He placed you down as gently as possible, adjusting the covers around you before straightening up.
Dean stood in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. “She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up.”
Sam chuckled softly but didn’t argue. “She needs the rest.”
With that, Dean left to grab some food, leaving Sam standing by the bed for a moment longer, his expression thoughtful. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so relieved to see you resting. The hunt had been hard, the case confusing, but seeing you finally able to rest made everything seem a little better.