Challenge Word: Nap

Title taken from Shakespeare's Hamlet:

To die, to sleep—

To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

While Dean sat upright at the rickety motel table, his head bobbed one last time before his chin rested on his chest. Sam sat absolutely still, watching quietly from his bed. These stealth naps were the only sleep Dean had been getting since returning from Hell, and Sam didn't want to risk waking him.

Far too soon, Dean began twitching, his body reacting to the horrors playing out in his mind. He would soon jolt awake and pretend nothing was wrong and Sam would play along, pretending he hadn't noticed. Because not pretending was more than either brother could face.

I'm going to call myself caught up now. There are two words left, but I can't think of a darn thing to do for them.