One pillow in his bed
He slept alone
No one around, to hold, to hug, to cry
The hunter was on his own

Suddenly
A crack on his door
A figure in the room
He comes closer
Lays next to Dean
A pillow in his hand
And wants to sleep

Dean said yes
Why should he not?
Now his angel was around
To talk, to hold, to hug
Now there were two pillows in his bed
And no one was alone anymore