Dean had nightmares. Alot. Infact, he had them pretty much every night. He’d jerk awake sometime during the early hours of the morning, sometimes screaming, sometimes crying, sometimes both. Most nights his younger brother sammy would camp out on the floor at the bottom of his bed to comfort him when he woke up. His nighmares were weird. Lifelike almost. They’re always start off the same.. deans on a hunt and chasing a deer through the forest until the deer freezes. Dean silently pulls back his elbow and aims the tip of his arrow at the deers neck…he shoots. The arrow glides throw the air completley bypasses the deer and instead shoots off in the other direction, but
where he would come home from a hunt to sammys homemade pie and a couple episodes of game of thrones before jumping in a quick shower & then heading off to bed, for a peaceful nights sleep minus any nightmares.