Dean
Dean quietly got out of the car, leaving the door partially open so that the slamming didn't wake up the sleeping hunter in the backseat. He unlocked and propped open the motel room door before rushing back to the car.
It had been worrying to see the ordinarily level headed hunter stumbling drunk on the side of the road. It was even more concerning when she hadn't fought them about her bike. She loved that thing. But when Anna had started mumbling nonsense to him, he'd been straight up terrified.
Before that night Dean hadn't seen Anna have more than a drink or two, always insisting that she should never be unaware of her surroundings.
Tonight she'd been completely oblivious. His chest constricted as he remembered how she didn't even look up at them when he and Sam had pulled over and gotten out of the car. When he'd picked her up she'd been crying while mumbling about a special day and telling Dean he was shiny and Sammy was like cotton candy and that Dean was a pretty rock. They hadn't seen her in months, hadn't known what the hell she was doing, knowing nothing but that she was alive; and that was from Bobby. Dean was still angry about the faked death thing, but in that moment he couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was that she was in his arms, coming into his motel room, where he could watch over her.
Keep her safe.
Even if it was only for a little while.
Anna mumbled in another language, one he hadn't heard her speak before. It was mesmerizing, even as Anna's face crumpled at whatever it was that she was dreaming about. Dean set her down on the bed carefully before sprinting outside to lock up Baby. By the time he got back inside, Anna was thrashing on the bed; tears streaming down her face as she mumbled in another language. She seemed to be switching between multiple.
"Hey, hey. Anna you're ok. You're safe." Dean tried to reassure the distraught young woman, but she didn't wake up. Dean tried shaking her, yelling her name, even lightly tapping the side of her face. None of it worked.
Worried she was going to hurt herself while thrashing, Dean pinned her arms; immobilizing her against his own chest. She continued to whimper and mutter but seemed to relax a bit. Dean did too. He carefully rearranged them so that he was leaning against the wall with Anna propped against his chest.
*"Συγγνώμη.אני מצטער Mi dispiace. Je suis désolé. Tá brón orm. Me paenitet." She mumbled over and over. Dean caught the Latin at the end.
'I'm sorry?' He thought, dismissing the oddity of using a dead language while sleep talking. He realized that Anna called today special. Probably someone had died. Someone important. Earlier she had also said something about Nico, and something about her being bad. Dean looked down at Anna, tears trickling down her cheeks, dark hair a messy halo against his chest.
He realized that some other people must have found out she was alive. Including Nico. And the kid was probably as pissed as he and Sam had been. Actually, he was probably even worse than him or Sammy, considering he was her family. Dean frowned as he pieces through the drunken ramblings he'd picked up from her. Nico must be ignoring her or he'd forgotten whatever today was to her or something like that to get her so upset. He'd never seen her lose such control over herself before. Even in that fucking shack when she'd talked about that little girl that went psycho she had more control. Her hands clenched and unclenched, as she tossed her head from side to side while muttering words he didn't understand. He sighed, refocusing on the present, absently smoothing the wrinkles on her forehead as Dean started to drift off to sleep.
Translation:
*I'm sorry [greek, hebrew, italian, french, irish, latin]