Sleep was fleeting in the days since he'd been tugged up out of Hell. On the good days, the nightmares wouldn't wake him up and he could get in his four hours, enough to function as long as caffeine was in ample supply. On the bad however...Well, Tonight had been a bad.<br/><br/>Dean jolted from his short lapse into REM sleep with a hissed exhale akin to a growl. Even bleary-eyed and groggy, he groped for his knife and lashed out before his brain really comprehended what was going on. Castiel's voice came to him seconds later, and an annoyed grunt punched ouch of him as he wrestled himself into sitting up. "Jesus Christ, Cas. The hell man? Don't wake me up and start lecturing me when it's-<i>three fucking-</i>Dude I just got to sleep! Something had better be on fire." He groused, groping around the bed for his shirt that he'd tossed off himself in his short foray into dreamland.<br/><br/>Shoving a hand against this face, Dean tried to process as much of Castiel's talking as he could. "Slow down-, Joshua? Got a batphone to him now or something?" He waved off the comment before it could start, "Nevermind. I'm going to take a leak." He stumbled to his feet, wrestling his grey sleep shirt on as he started down the hall to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later he thumped his way down the stairs, not looking at all happy to be awake, but at least more clear-eyed than he'd been before.  His eyes briefly glanced at Castiel, as if the Angel was out to torture him so many hours before dawn. His phone chirped to life moments later, and he sighed into a, "Hey Jody- Yep, awake courtesy of Bigbird's wake up call." He mumbled, shambling to the coffee pot to get a cup or three of Bobby's sludge into him before he could stomach running on an hour's sleep.