Fics like there is rest for the wicked

“So what’s up with- Dude, again?” Sam’s voice rings through the room incredulously. Dean grunts in response. “You can’t possibly still be tired. Like, I feel like this should be physically impossible.” “Tell that to my melatonin levels.” “How do you know what melatonin is?” Dean does his best to roll his eyes under the cover of his eyelids. “Jesus, Sam, I’m not an idiot. Will you shut up so I can sleep?” He hears Sam huff. “Ya know, if you wanted to nap, you could always use that thing you have called a bed.” “Not the same,” Dean grumbles. His body doesn’t get all loose when he’s laying in his bed watching horror movies. The synapses that slow their firing contentedly seem to be wired to that same invisible bodily response of the outside world, and apparently being in the openness of his family’s space turns his brain into mush. “Now unless someone’s dying, I’m beggin’ you to shut up.” or the one where the whole family is together, dean finds enough peace to take some naps, and he's not sure he'll ever figure out how to say those three big words to cas

Fics like there is rest for the wicked

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