The nights could stretch on for so long inside Sam's room, laying in his bed. He could feel him sleeping soundly, the peace that came along with it that he knew was rare for him most days. He could busy himself with Sam's memories, learn more about humanity through him. To say that Sam had suffered unfair deal after unfair deal was putting it too lightly.

But Ezekiel saw a strength there that was largely because of his brother, the man who had made a deal to save his life out of love.

But he could only poke so much into his mind, could only prod so far and run into so much pain... He needed another distraction. Assuring himself that it would be fine because Sam would never be the wiser - and anyone who shouldn't know of his presence was either locked in a dungeon or asleep in their room, he slipped to his feet and headed out of the room to explore a little.

He wasn't entirely surprised to see Dean still awake after a bit of poking around the bunker. He knew from Sam how little he could sleep, particularly if he had something weighing on him. He paused in his steps and tilted his head curiously. There was no reason to put on a pretense. Dean would know who was in control right now.

"You must be tired... it's late."