Dean moved out of the bathroom and down the hall to his room. When he passed Castiel's room he couldn't control the shiver that went through him. He could feel his eyes prickling with tears again and had to force himself to walk past it and into his own. He shut the door, locked it, and went over to his dresser. He pulled on a pair of boxers, sweat pants, and a long sleeved t-shirt. After another thought he put on some socks too because...yeah he felt cold again.

Maybe he should have let Sam take him out of the bunker. No, he can do this. He won't lose the only home he's had since Bobby died. He slipped into his bed, lying on his stomach and burrowing beneath the blankets so only the top of his head was visible. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself enough to let sleep claim him. Eventually sleep claimed him and while his dreams weren't good at first...he was actually able to sleep.