Now it made sense to Dean what was going on despite his tired mind.  She was still a kid, not having gotten the simple pleasures of being one since her parents were killed. She needed someone, a brother figure to help her. "Come on kiddo." He scoots over with his back against the wall so she could come lay down. Once on the bed and comfortable, Dean puts the blanket over her, letting her have the blanket. He had slipped his arm under the pillow so he too was more comfortable. "Goodnight Evie..." He said with a yawn.