The next morning, Dean woke up at six o’clock, right on the dot. Years of military training had completely f****d up his internal clock, and he couldn’t sleep later than six, no matter how tired he was, or where he was, or what time he went to bed. It was better than a year before, though, when he had been awake at three every morning. For him, six a.m. was decadent sleeping in. He knew the boys were the same – if he called any of them right now, they’d be wide awake already.
He studied Emma’s face in the sunrise. She looked a bit pale, and she had shadows under her eyes. Well, he hadn’t let her drop off until after midnight, so she probably needed some more sleep.
Dean closed his eyes again, letting his body relax back into a light doze. When he opened them again, it was almost eight o
