[Stiles grimaces as he makes his way to his inmate's room to check on him. Dean had thrown up almost as soon as they'd arrived back on the Barge. In fact, of the three of them, Stiles is the only one who isn't bedridden at the moment. He pauses outside Dean's door, hesitates a second, mainly because if Dean is sleeping he doesn't want to wake him up, but his desire to check on him is stronger at the moment.
He reaches out to knock when he catches sight of the movement again, and he quickly turns his head but there's no one there. He looks to the right, but there's no one there, either.
Lack of sleep, he tells himself. After he checks on Dean, he'll take a short nap.
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He reaches out to knock when he catches sight of the movement again, and he quickly turns his head but there's no one there. He looks to the right, but there's no one there, either.
Lack of sleep, he tells himself. After he checks on Dean, he'll take a short nap.
He knocks.]
Dean? It's me.