Dean Winchester slouches into his bedroom at the bunker, tossing his pack in the general direction of the bed (his room! with a bed that remembers him!) and staggers toward the bathroom. Almost before he gets his hand on the tap, the hot water starts to flow into the bath; he pats the concrete wall that's holding him up affectionately and peels his eyeballs back open.

He's exhausted and he's one long knot of pain but a hot shower and change of clothes are the only rest he's going to get, and he's so glad the bunker has his back.