Dean wakes up in a cold sweat. He heaves and coughs until he’s able to take a breath and clear his mind. It was only a dream, he tries to tell himself. Just a nightmare.

The door opens and you peek inside. Dean quickly hides his face in his hands, fearing what you might see.

He slumps over and takes deep breaths. It’s been months since he’s had a nightmare that bad, months since he woke up in tears. He worries you won’t see him he same again.

“Dean, honey.” You open the door a little bit more and squeeze through, trying not to let the light from the other room flood in. You felt he would rather be in the dark. “Honey, tell me what was it?”

Dean shakes his head. “I’m fine. Go away. Go see what Sammy’s doing.”

“Sam’s researching the case. If you don’t want to talk about it, do you need me to get anything?” You bite a piece of your pinkish lip and watch his shoulders shake. You want to do something, but you aren’t sure what.

“I-I’m just going back to sleep.” You both knew he was lying, but you didn’t point it out. You told him to sleep well and closed the door behind you, leaving Dean in the dark once more.

He didn’t go back to sleep. He sat in bed for the next five hours, wondering how he was so lucky to have you in his life. He didn’t deserve you. He was worthless, but you were always there for him even when he didn’t ask for it. He never had to ask, you just knew.

Dean vowed to do everything in his power to repay you for everything you had done for him. He owed you so much and you never asked for a thing. He loved you for it, though he could never let you two get so attached, even if it was the only thing in the world he wanted.