Dean had you wrapped up in his arms, a hotel blanket thrown over the both of you. And a salt circle around the bed, along with salt all over the windows and the doorways.

There wasn't really a reason for the salt circle other than to make you feel less scared. He didn't blame you for being paranoid. He hated thunder, because it scares the shit out of you.

"Don't worry hun, you're alright," Dean soothed, running a hand through your hair and smiling to himself. You always looked so cute when you were sleepy. "If any monster tries to get in here I swear to you, it'll be on the floor in seconds."