Dean's eyes snapped open and for a moment he wasn't really sure if he was awake or asleep. Tendrils of something not quite remembered seemed to flail around inside his head but then were gone. All that was left was an aftertaste of unpleasantness, pain, loss – dregs of a nightmare. Had to have been the cucumber snack with that new garlic dressing the night before. He knew better than to snack after ten but the salad for dinner just hadn't been enough.

He sat up in the king sized bed shaking the remainders of his elusive dreams loose, feeling way too good at the moment. He didn't know why, but he felt refreshed, healthier than he had lately, as if a weight had been lifted from him. He stretched half turning to glance at the darkened city out of his wall spanning view. Running his hand over the 300 count sheets, he looked upon the black and silver bed, the dresser; letting the signs of success and hard work trickle over him with satisfaction. Last he gave a look to the Bose speaker clock radio and the time. It was just a tad past five thirty.

Awesome, he'd beat the alarm again. Now to see if he could shower, shave and dress before it went off. He could make it into the office even earlier than usual and get a jump on the Costner account spreadsheets.

Sweet.

Dean threw the covers back and got up to start another awesome day.

The End

p.s. Thank you for reading! If enjoyed my efforts, please make sure to check out my other Supernatural fanfiction at .net/u/885436/Maya_Perez

P.S.S. Thanks to Kaz as usual for using the pointed sticks. :P

P.S.S.S. Also thanks to lethalhonesty for bringing up a booboo with regards to Anna. No matter how much I think I know or have researched I always hose up something! Argh~!