Sam nodded slowly at that before going to settle on the side of the bed. He slipped out of his jeans before rolling to his side and curling under the covers. He was kind of exhausted enough that he hoped he didn't dream at all. He shifted over to his stomach and buried his face into the pillows to block out any light from his laptop as he settled in for some sleep.

Of course it wasn't that easy. Dreams came, had him jostling around a little though he got a bit of a reprieve from Jess burning on the ceiling, accusing him, that he'd had almost every night since her death. He wasn't sure if Dean murmuring about how great his blood is while he pushed him on the bed, crawled over him and teased before finally sinking his teeth in, before letting his hands roam... was the better of the two or not really.

If he gave it some time, jarred awake enough ties, he'd get his dreams back on track though, back on the usual nightmares.