Emotion
Alertness
Dean was alert—if not hyperactive.
“Are you okay?” Sam frowned, knowing his sleep to caffeine ratio was not high. “How much coffee did you drink?”
“Lost count,” Dean nearly yelled, bouncing up and down on his bed at a rapid pace.
“How much sleep did you get?”
“Didn’t,” Dean shouted. “Stayed up all night. Watched some movies.”
“Oh, um, okay. So, I found out some stuff about the case. What we are hunting is definately a spirit…”
Sam looked up.
Dean had crashed. A soft snore escaped his lips, and he was draped sideways over his bed. Sam just chuckled and closed the blinds.
“Are you okay?” Sam frowned, knowing his sleep to caffeine ratio was not high. “How much coffee did you drink?”
“Lost count,” Dean nearly yelled, bouncing up and down on his bed at a rapid pace.
“How much sleep did you get?”
“Didn’t,” Dean shouted. “Stayed up all night. Watched some movies.”
“Oh, um, okay. So, I found out some stuff about the case. What we are hunting is definately a spirit…”
Sam looked up.
Dean had crashed. A soft snore escaped his lips, and he was draped sideways over his bed. Sam just chuckled and closed the blinds.
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Hyper Dean yo!