As long as Sam was getting some rest, Dean didn't really care how it happened and this wasn't the worst position to be in ever. It was warm and comfortable. In a couple of hours, he'd be all by himself on the cold floor, so right now, this was kind of a treat.

The under the bed thing? Really getting old.

He hummed quietly to himself while he laid there. They had a miserable case here with the whole Bloody Mary thing and it wasn't likely to get better before it got worse, so any moment of peace they could find suited him just fine.