Sam woke.

He lay still, wondering, not for the first time that night, what had woken him up, then with a sigh reached over and switched on the lamp which sat on the bedside table.

Life. Life had woken him up.

He picked up his cell to check the time. 4am.

Two hours later than the last time he'd woken.

He could just get up. Read a little. Get a jump start on cataloguing the MOL storeroom. Maybe even surprise Dean by cooking breakfast. Some pancakes, eggs.


Sam grinned and shoved the covers back.

Yeah, time to get up.